it was only last spring sometime when i was denied entrance to this bar just because i had on a white t-shirt. that's their dress code policy: "no white t-shirts". "seriously, read it on the window. brah," the man said to me as i proceeded to walk through his arm thinking he was joking. and so i waited outside on a bench for my friend who went in to look for someone. "that's kind of a weird policy," i thought (and continued), "i wonder why they think they are above people that wear white t-shirts." this thought seemed to resurface in my (sub)conscious over the next few weeks as i pondered what their problem with us white t-shirt wearers could be. then it hit me: actually nothing hit me. i couldn't understand it for the life of me except that it was an attempt to keep up the "stature" of the bar. yep, gotta have that collar, gotta have that non-white t-shirt. gotta keep up the image of our clientele.
be that as it may, and there may be a legitimate reason for this dress code rule, i found myself strolling in front of brothers a couple months later with a couple of my "bros," when the doorman thought we should be informed about their wing special for the evening. "wha'sup BRAH!" he said strolling up to us, " hey you dudes know we got a wing special tonight? ten cent wings, dawgs. that's ten wings for a buck, man!" little did the two doormen know that i had on a white t-shirt under my jacket. so naturally (and sarcastically), i turned and said, "oh geez, brah! i'd LOVE to eat some of your wings but i have a white t-shirt on. what an obstacle between me and your sweet wing special!" he challenged me to display said t-shirt. i did so while saying, "yeah you won't let me in will you. nice dress code policy!"
now, at this point i am not trying to hide my disdain for his establishment, so it's pretty clear that i'm being a snide jerk about it. but then... before he returns to his doorman stool he whips out a classic: "well... then stop dressing like a DOUCHE!" yes he did. sooooo did. to which i obviously replied, "oh yeah....ooooooh, look how douche-y i am in my white shirt! ugggghhh so douche-y! can't even go inside brothers..."
it wasn't until i got home that i realized: "i just got CALLED A NAME by someone. how ridiculous! he called me a 'douche' just for wearing a white t-shirt. that's so outrageous!" the idea was spawned shortly after this night to one-up their ridiculousness with some of our own. as it was nearing the colder months, we only had two opportunities to do so, but we have begun "white t-shirt protest night." as many as are able meet downtown and walk up to brothers' enormous glass windows in white t-shirts, staring ever so zombie-like at those inside to stand in protest. we stand in solidarity for the voiceless white t-shirt wearers of lincoln and the world against childish name-calling and questionable dress codes (mostly the name-calling). we will likely resume protesting in may on fridays (or whenever). there is a facebook group if anyone feels compelled to join. that is all. unite!