What started as a simple post has been living rent-free in my head ever since. This hat is for every moment you wanted to say it but didn’t. Every time a man tried it. Every brunch. Every group chat. Every FaceTime. It’s for the person who’s tired of being told—by men, specifically—how to act, how to speak, how to exist.
Hey you. Yeah, you. The one double-fisting an IPA and a shot of whiskey, who was just told “You’re a woman and you’re in public. Act like it.” Do me one favor? TELL YOUR MAN I SAID SHUT UP. And enjoy yourself.
Cheers.
What started as a simple post has been living rent-free in my head ever since. This hat is for every moment you wanted to say it but didn’t. Every time a man tried it. Every brunch. Every group chat. Every FaceTime. It’s for the person who’s tired of being told—by men, specifically—how to act, how to speak, how to exist.
Hey you. Yeah, you. The one double-fisting an IPA and a shot of whiskey, who was just told “You’re a woman and you’re in public. Act like it.” Do me one favor? TELL YOUR MAN I SAID SHUT UP. And enjoy yourself.
Cheers.
