{"id":827,"date":"2008-04-28T20:53:02","date_gmt":"2008-04-29T04:53:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=827"},"modified":"2008-04-28T20:53:02","modified_gmt":"2008-04-29T04:53:02","slug":"the-perfect-white-t-shirt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/the-perfect-white-t-shirt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Perfect White T-Shirt"},"content":{"rendered":"

A long time ago, but not long enough, I met a handsome Cuban artist at a housewarming party. I had just read about the artist in the Los Angeles Times, and I recognized him, which gave him quite a thrill. I was mad at my then-boyfriend, so I encouraged the attention of the handsome artist, who licked the palm of my hand and asked for my phone number.<\/p>\n

The following evening, we went out to dinner. He was wearing a white t-shirt. He began a long soliloquy about his search for the perfect white t-shirt. I realized to my horror that he was an idiot. He discussed his t-shirt obsession without a hint of irony or self-consciousness. I could barely eat. The date ended in a gruesome exchange of minor sexual favors and I was not surprised to discover that his paintings were all dominated by a giant phallus. If only I could remember his name!<\/p>\n

Anyway, I myself love to find a nice white t-shirt. It’s hard to find one with the right fit and fabric. I prefer a classic crew neck and a soft, thin, stretchy cotton. So far, the closest I’ve come to perfection is the James Perse basic short-sleeve crew and the same style by Zooey. If there’s anything better, I want to know about it! I’d also like to remember that Cuban idiot’s name, but nothing will retrieve it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"