I know what you’re thinking, “what the heck does this have to do with ‘Low Gravity’ or the outdoors or climbing or anything??” The answer is simple: Nothing.

I’m doing it. I’ve said it twice in the past two posts, and I’m going to fully embrace it. I feel like I’ve lost all direction of this website and don’t have a concrete goal anymore, so you know what? This blog is going to be my blog!

Enough trying to force myself to write about things I’m not inspired about “in the moment”. Enough limiting my thoughts and words to climbing and outdoors. They’ll come back. They will. But for now, I just need to write for me. (How incredibly cliché.) And today, the burning topic on my mind:

T-shirts

Someone, somewhere, at some point – probably, “the man” – decided he or she wanted to individually mess with me. What I have done to deserve this, I do not know, but there is one thing for certain: I am being messed with.

This is a great example of several things: 1) Bathroom selfie; 2) Shrunken t-shirt; 3) Not a chick magnet; 4) Lack of muscles

This is a great example of several things: 1) Bathroom selfie; 2) Shrunken t-shirt; 3) Not a chick magnet; 4) Lack of muscles

If I go to a store, and try on a medium t-shirt that fits, it’s guaranteed to shrink after the first washing. I wash in cold; I dry on medium.

Then the next time I buy a t-shirt, I still try a medium on first, and if it fits, I’m all like, “yeah, I got you; I’m going with a large this time (thinking it will shrink and then fit well).” So, I buy a large. I wear it out in public once, slightly oversized, and then I wash it. Wash in cold, dry on medium. Guess what? It doesn’t shrink!

I now have a closet of t-shirts, half of which are slightly too small that make me look like I’m trying way too hard to show off what little muscle I have, and the other half is too big and doesn’t show off any of the little muscle I have.

One time I got so fed up with this vicious cycle that I actually spent $80 (total) on two t-shirts. I bought them to fit (in the store), wore them, washed them, and they didn’t shrink. Basically, I’ve come to this conclusion:

If you want to pay normal prices and not go broke on t-shirts, you’ll be forced to play the guessing game and become incredibly frustrated.

Or

If you want to look good, you’ll pay out your butt for higher quality fabric.

 

Either way, The Man wins, and I lose.

However, if anyone wants to point me in the direction of a t-shirt company in which this doesn’t happen and also doesn’t charge an arm and a leg, I’d be happy to try it out. Better yet, how ’bout you point the company to me. I’ll gladly take some Blue Steele photos and rep your brand. 😉

 

I’m sure you were all completely riveted by this post. Stay tuned next week when I tackle the hard hitting issue of pants for guys with athletic builds. It’ll be a nail biter!



Don’t Miss Your Chance

I was stuck in Corporate America for 9 years. I was miserable.

Then I took control.

You can too, and it starts right here.