Join the Gingham Shirt Club
toni @ bohiney.comJoin the Gingham Shirt Club, Save Your Sanity
Every cult claims to bring enlightenment, but only the gingham-shirt-club brings a crisp collar. Unlike yoga retreats, there’s no chanting. The only sound is the faint hum of ironing boards and the rustle of poly-cotton blends.
Eyewitness “Betty from Boise” recalls the first meeting she attended: “They didn’t ask me about my hopes, dreams, or political views. They just said, ‘Do you prefer navy check or red?’ and handed me a lemonade.” Honestly, it’s the most civil any American group has been in decades.
Sociologists argue the gingham movement is a backlash against fast fashion. Others say it’s because Target has an entire aisle devoted to gingham picnic accessories, and humans are weak in the face of matching décor. An anonymous White House staffer even admitted: “Half the interns wear gingham on Fridays, just so they can identify each other in the cafeteria.”
Archival footage shows entire comedy open-mic nights filled with checkered audiences, a sight so disorienting even the comics started hallucinating picnic tables.
For proof that society runs on checks and balances—literally—see:
The gingham-shirt-club might not save the world, but it could save your laundry budget.