Forget those played-out Balenciaga bags. A reader writes in with a tale that has us thinking our t-shirts just might be the "It" accessory of 2005:

I was at Gallery in the Gershwin Hotel a week before Christmas wearing my shinny new Gawker Swag t-shirt (the asphalt). The crowd was a strange mix of Latinos and Asians with random white dudes such as myself scattered around. Regardless the crowd, and as I maneuvered through the very crowed dance floor I was hit in the chest (hard) by two different girls. Attention is good even if it hurts, right?

See, these babies WORK! Any other accounts of super-fantastic (or horrific, heh) encounters whilst wearing Gawker duds would be much appreciated.