Today’s shirt is my Class of ’95 shirt from my senior year of high school. On the back, it says “MONTICELLO 1995” and lists in alphabetical order the names of the entire graduating class (more or less—if I recall correctly, there may be some names there that did not, technically, graduate. But that may be just rumor and innuendo). My name is right there in the middle column near the top.
The front of the shirt shows a thin, wild-eyed cartoon man struggling to hold aloft a large stone spelling out “CLASS OF 95” while standing on a (ahem) “grassy” hill and amongst three mountains with black peaks. The picture on the front of the shirt was designed and drawn by one of my classmates, and approved by the faculty to become our official class T-shirt. I mention the faculty approval and official status because upon viewing through the lens of a teenage boy, one might question if it would be. I know when I first saw it, questions in my mind immediately popped up, such as why the mountains were dark on top and light below, opposite of the snowy white and dark rock one would normally expect, and didn’t the grass he was standing on look not very grass-like, and, much more like, say, hair? I later confirmed my suspicions when I was told by the artist himself that the design was intended to have an alternate interpretation, inasmuch as if you were to cover the man and the words entirely (and one of the mountains in doing so) the image was intended to evoke (particularly jagged) breasts and the hill on which the man was standing to represent the hairy pubic mound of a woman. I suppose that it was non-sexual enough to avoid being suggestive to the censors, while also being completely non-erotic, but of course eroticism wasn’t the point, and putting one past the school administration was, and in that, I guess, it succeeded. A fitting tribute to my senior class.