It's actually quite simple: I've been writing about a ton of white sweatshirts recently because white sweatshirts are a strong maneuver. It's a power move that shows everyone that your lifestyle is cushy and delicate and that you can keep your entire upper body free from stain and dirt. You're not gonna cook for yourself in a blanco sweatshirt—that olive oil could spatter. You're not gonna make your own coffee either. Nah, you're gonna overpay for a latte that has more sugar and dairy product than coffee in it made by someone who didn't graduate college. You will leave only the trace of transactions after you die, like a ghost with decent credit. Or, you'll get this shit super dirty and fucked up and broken in so it looks like the ones in old photographs because you're painfully aware of the fact that your entire existence will never produce something as tangible as a really good latte.
