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With the mall-clogging horror of Black Friday behind us, we think it's finally safe for us to make a new appeal to your culturally ingrained imperative to completely drain your savings during the holiday season: Why let your hard-earned money languish in a corporate usurer's vault when you can easily convert your liquidity into a far more practical, t-shirt form? Time to get a-clickin' and a-spendin' at the Gawker Shop, where a staggering variety of cottony, slogan-bearing delights await you, like the pictured "George Clooney Stalked Me" model, a garment so universally coveted that it's now only available in a men's medium size. Those headed home from Los Angeles this holiday might want to treat themselves to our classic, Defamer-themed "An Agent Ate My Baby" and "Hollywood Kicked My Ass" styles, shirts which make awkward explanations about the recent work-related misfortunes that have left you suddenly childless and/or jobless completely unnecessary. Feel free to browse the online store (which is refreshingly free of images of porny nineteen-year-olds lounging around in our products) while you decide on the dozen or so shirts you will eventually purchase. Consume: it's what we do between Thanksgiving and Christmas to make the pain go away.