I bought a shirt the other day. Initially I bought it because my friend’s nine-year-old daughter created the design, which I thought was genius and hilarious. Also, I like to support my friends in their artistic endeavors. (I *swear* I’m not trying to guilt-trip you into buying one of my books.)
But, seriously, how awesome is this shirt?
When the package arrived, I dropped my purse and the other mail, ripped off my top, and adorned myself with my new shirt. I strutted around the house all casual-like, humming my favorite song and pretending I wasn’t wearing the most fantastic t-shirt in the history of all t-shirts.
My husband chuckled. My tween daughter laughed and immediately asked me to order one for her. My nine-year-old son looked at me, rolled his eyes, and walked away. (Guess which family member is my favorite?)
Not only is this shirt visually appealing and incredibly comfortable, it has practical uses. For example, I started answering my kids’ questions by simply pointing to my shirt.
“Mom, can I have dessert?”
“Mom, can I paint my room black?”
“Mom, can I invite 15 friends over for a sleepover Friday night?”
It works for husbands, too.
“Heeey baby, wanna do it?”
Pointing to my shirt was so much easier than forcing open my mouth and actually speaking words. Also, the shirt made it possible to respond to my family while I was chugging wine coffee water.
MULTI-TASKING, PEOPLE.
Later that night, after a few drinks, I started talking crazy waxing philosophical—as I’m apt to do—about the deeper meaning behind the shirt.
See, I’m at the point in my life where I no longer put up with any bullshit. I don’t give a fuck what other people think about what I do or what I’m wearing. Or even if they hear me fart. (Thanks Grandma!) And I certainly won’t allow myself to get roped into “favors” or “social events” or other stupid crap.
I’m going to do what I want, when I want, how I want, and where I want. Well, within the legal limits of course. (Mostly.)
This shirt, man, it’s so liberating. It allows me to be free… free to be me. With my own personal movement—The NOPE Movement. Here are a few examples of how it works:
- NOPE, I will not get sucked into your personal drama on social media.
- NOPE, I will not shower today just because society has certain “hygiene” standards.
- NOPE, I will not over-extend myself by volunteering to teach art for the 6th grade even though I don’t have a child in that class. (Except I totally did that. I can’t help it—I love our school.)
- NOPE, I will not feel guilty about this Netflix marathon. It’s for my mental health.
- NOPE, I will not reply to the creepy foot fetish guy that keeps sending me Facebook messages.
- NOPE, I will not allow people to leave their dog’s poop in my neighbor’s yard.
- NOPE, I will not be swayed by your passive-aggressive suggestions that I host that party for you.
Think about it: what would happen if you could just respond NOPE to all of the bullshit in your life? It would better than drinking boozy Nutella eggnog while riding on a talking unicorn through rainbow-colored clouds. With free Wi-Fi.
JOIN ME.
Now, this philosophy doesn’t give us permission be assholes. ‘Cuz that’s not cool. We’ll still spread love and compassion and joy in the world. And we’ll be happy to do that—because we’ll be saying NOPE to the bullshit.
Are you with me? (The answer here is actually YEP!) Tell me in the comments how you will yield the power of NOPE.
P.S. I love this shirt so hard, I bought three of them so I’ll probably always have a clean one. Do I feel silly about doing that? NOPE.
Photo Credit: bowie15 / 123RF Stock Photo
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Yeah…I need one.
Definitely. Make sure you have a backup for when one is in the wash. 😉
Sadly, haven’t quite made it to Nope yet. I’ll get there one of these days.
I hope.
I believe in you. xo
I’m in.
ALL IN!
*FIST BUMP*
I finally said nope to the school the other day for some crack-pot fundraiser shit they wanted me to do. I was shaking when I got off the phone and thought I was going to cry but instead I giggled hysterically by myself and proceeded to skip around the house. I wish I had been wearing a poodle skirt at the time and that Nope shirt because that would have made my moment more perfect.
PS: I do own a ‘fuck it’ shirt but my family sucks and won’t let me wear it in public.
Good for you! I often times think “Fuck that!” when I am pointing to the NOPE shirt, but I’m trying to set a good example for the children. 😉
This was the very best thing I could have read as soon as I opened up my email this morning. It is one of my absolutely favorite posts by you and I have a lot of those!
Thank you Foxy!!!
Awww, thank you for saying that! And I’m soooo glad it had that effect on you. xo
I am loving this!!! My friend and I are cracking up!
Awesome. 🙂
Do I need a T-shirt to do my talking for me? Absolutely! Sign me up!
Right? It works out in wild too.
Wow. How much time is THAT saving. I need one.
So much time. Especially because I’m saying NOPE to “favors” and “parties.”
I LOVE your favorite song…I hum it all day at work. Sadly, at this point I am only humming it but I am planning for the day when I can sing it right the fuck out loud…anyway, back to NOPE…I need that shirt. Is there a way to support this artistically genius child and buy her masterpiece? Post a link, please.
XoXo
Yep, if I just paid better attention I would have noticed the link to the magical Etsy Shop…duh.
So glad I could help. 😉
Just bought one for my teen for Christmas. I couldn’t imagine a more appropriate gift!!
My almost teen loves her SO MUCH. It makes a fabulous gift.
Does Foxy’s rack look awesome in this NOPE shirt? YEP!
(Girl crush clearly still in tact. xo)
HAHAHA! My rack is not usually impressive. I’m not sure how Mr. Foxy captured it in such a flattering way, but clearly he’ll be taking all of the pictures from now on. xoxo
I’m need three of these shirts.
“Do you like to do laundry, Charlotte?”
*puts on shirt number two*
Read my boobs, stinky pile of clothes. NOPE.