It takes a certain amount of backbone to wear a t-shirt depicting drawn individuals engaging in lewd behaviour. I am not saying that this backbone resides in a person with upstanding character, I am simply saying that if you walk out your door with that covering your upper body then you’ve got guts.

Why though? I suppose it is important to take into account who might see it. You know, if I saw someone walk into my bar with a shirt like that on I would note it and go back to cleaning my glasses. However, if I was out on the lunar streets and saw that same person I think it would make me a little angry. Who else might see that shirt? A child, a religious person, or someone who simply might explode at the sight of salivating hentai girls?

Perhaps then we learn something more about the shirt. It requires context and it requires setting. Out in the street anyone could happen to see it and that could lead to emotional conflation or worse scarred memories. However, you bring that same shirt into my bar and it is simply a conversation piece. Something that the other patrons would talk about or comment on in both directions of positive and negative.

So, by examining this pornographic apparel we have come to find that there is value in the shirt. It is divisive and when seen sparks something in the mind; whether it is derision or arousal, the wearer has forced us to have a feeling about the shirt and by extension the wearer. As well, naturally as this feeling is sparked the context comes into play. In the streets, the wearer would be considered as a pervert because they are inflicting pornography on any passerby. In my bar, the wearer would only be an eccentric.

However, in both settings such a t-shirt requires a certain amount of daring to wear it. The same type of daring that could be attributed to great persons of history. So, I tip my hat to those weirdos that wear cartoon pornography proudly on their chests. It sure does take guts to wear a shirt like that, kid; but the Moon Whisky still costs 5 credits.