And I thought to myself, 'My God, if Che Guevara could see this, he'd laugh himself silly. 'The young girls of the capitalists are wearing camouflage with red stars on their chests -- the Revolution is at hand!'
So I mentioned it to Kori, and she mentioned something to me. And then I thought 'Shit, I'd have to be to be the one to tell Che Guevara that that was made by a Mexican peasant woman in Matamoros and was purchased for $5 at Old Navy.'
Of course, I'd just gotten done with a 12-hour day at Amex when these thoughts occured to me, so remember the lesson inherent: Pure meritocracies do really crazy shit to otherwise-decent guys like me.