The Masculine Mystique.

From where, folks, does the appeal of a raggedy sleeveless t-shirt come?

It's like the perfect combination of 10 personas in one - an ideal piece in an age where irony rules.

Like - hey : I'm a 23-year-old girl dressed like a 16-year-old gym rat trying too hard to be a 35-year-old body builder.

And I'm OK with it.

Lately, I've noticed that showing some skin via a masculine piece of clothing is my ultimate go-to for feeling sexy.

Deep cut v-neck shlubby heather grey tee? Yes.

Baggy bf jeans cuffed at the ankle worn with a great (read: obnoxious) pair of heels? Hellz yes.

Torn sleeveless white tee?

See above.

But yes,

and yes again.

I do realize that cut-off tanks with 80s/90s band logos are the ideal trend, but there's something so horribly bad but good about the all-white no frills version, is there not? It's like I almost might not be wearing this as a commentary on femininity or irony and just wearing it because it's comfortable and I sort of sweat a lot and to have no sleeves is actually quite convenient. #justkiddingbutreally

It's also the only way I can fathom wearing a polka dot maxi skirt.