It’s always awkward when two girls show up in the same outfit but it’s even worse when nearly two thousand students at the same liberal arts college come to class wearing the same Phoebe Bridgers tour shirt.
To be fair, there was a Phoebe Bridgers concert less than a mile away from campus the other night. It should have been obvious that something was afoot when nobody showed up to Professor Johnson’s 5:00 lecture but nobody thought that all twelve of her students were camping out in front of the same amphitheater!
Besides, Phoebe Bridgers offers a lot of great merch designs at her shows. One would think that at least some of the student body here would have picked something other than the black tour shirt with the dates on the back to wear to class, but nope! They all needed to make it clear to everyone else that they went to that concert as if their tote bags and Doc Martens weren’t a dead giveaway.
Hell, half of them are also wearing the tote bags that they bought at the show last night! The poor professors have no means of telling any of the students apart besides remembering who has dyed hair and who has a bunch of bad stick and pokes.
At least some of my classmates saved themselves the embarrassment of unintentionally matching with their entire English lecture. My roommate didn’t even come to class today because she’s still in the hospital after passing out during “Moon Song.” She may not have hydrated before the show or even showered but she saved herself from further ridicule by not coming to class in the same shirt as everyone else. Good for her!
Since I have some time to kill before my next class starts later today, I’m heading back to my apartment to feed the cats and change into a different sad indie artist’s tour shirt. Hopefully, none of my classmates have heard of Lucy Dacus.