I was in my senior year of high school when 9/11 happened. The only part that truly stuck with me was watching people I once respected turn into reactionary asswipes who where equal parts sanctimonious and cornball. Getting scolded about how I don’t appreciate “my freedoms” by an imbecile in Confederate flag board shorts and a “These colors don’t run” t shirt was one the highlights of my 20s.
It was also the first time I ever saw a national tragedy kickstart a merchandising bonanza. Crying eagle NEVER FORGET t-shirts, country singers climbing over each other to release the most sacchrine slow jam possible, and a whole lot of bizzarept homoerotic proto-memes of bin Laden.
I was in my senior year of high school when 9/11 happened. The only part that truly stuck with me was watching people I once respected turn into reactionary asswipes who where equal parts sanctimonious and cornball. Getting scolded about how I don’t appreciate “my freedoms” by an imbecile in Confederate flag board shorts and a “These colors don’t run” t shirt was one the highlights of my 20s.
It was also the first time I ever saw a national tragedy kickstart a merchandising bonanza. Crying eagle NEVER FORGET t-shirts, country singers climbing over each other to release the most sacchrine slow jam possible, and a whole lot of bizzarept homoerotic proto-memes of bin Laden.