I occasionally (when I have nothing better to do, which is rare) read the comments under Ramyb's shirts for sheer amusement value. It's like Youtube... no, Youtube is still worse. Anyway, I am always amused by the self-proclaimed "art critics" and their sad, sad delusions. If you want to critique art, go to deviantart. That's where folks display, y'know, art. There was an individual a few posts up saying that they voted for this shirt because they liked it. I have bad news for you art critics: that's why people vote for shirts, they like them. Now the vast majority of these voters are not going to expose themselves to the flames by admitting that they voted for a shirt that they can clearly see has a hate following of extremely caustic people. There's a Cracked article on this very subject, you should read it. But no matter how you insult these people, or insult Ramyb himself, they will continue to vote for the shirts that they like and believe they will wear. Ramyb is a classic case of supply and demand. In case it hasn't become readily apparent to you, there is a large number of people with a taste for cute shirts. Ramyb meets that demand and profits. And guess what? Woot profits too. They are a business. It is their business to sell shirts. The Derbys are a perfect opportunity for them to sample demand before they begin supplying, and when that many consumers state their wants, Woot will give them what they want. Why? Because Woot is a business. They exist to make money so that all the fine people who work there can have a house, car, clothes, food, and a screaming monkey. Rant all you like (but consider your blood pressure as you do so) the facts will remain the facts. If you were genuine art critics, and I submit that you are not, you'd be out looking at, and making helpful suggestions on, real art that real artists would really like feedback on, not venting spleen at a t-shirt contest.
