You know when you find a funky shirt, but it says something inane like “I’m Hot” or “What Boyfriend”.  These are fine if you have the brain space of a gnat, but if you are a thinking, breathing real woman then you would probably rather die than walk down the street wearing “Team Aniston” on your breasts.

I woke up one morning and decided that obviously it was up to me to fill this space in the fashion world.  Philoso-T shirts are also a flattering shape, long enough to hide a multitude of imperfections (not that I am suggesting you have any), and with a hint of lycra to make sure that they fit but don’t cling in any of the wrong places.