Bacon, eggs, and sweaters so bad they're good

This morning I went out for breakfast wearing a rather questionable sweatshirt. I originally purchased it at at Winners, promising myself that I would only wear it in the house. I was even embarrassed to open it on Christmas morning in front of middle aged and elderly relatives (yes, I buy myself gifts and then my parents wrap and present them to me). So why was I sitting there eating my scrambled eggs and home fries with the words "come out and play" emblazoned along the neckline of my red sweatshirt? I'm not really sure, but I'm beginning to suspect that I shouldn't have done it. I mean, that's pretty embarassing. For my entire life, I've staunchly opposed the existence of those stupid Tshirts that say things like "hottie" or "my boyfriend is out of town." They make my blood boil. So is my sweatshirt (which is by Jessie May, if you're interested) any better? How to gauge whether words on a top are acceptable or not? I'm not sure, but I think I secretly love my red off-the-shoulder number. And now that I've worn it out and about, I can't guarantee that it won't happen again.