A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away that still had a version of MTV that still played music videos, a young girl saw this video by Aerosmith.
And she thought, I MUST HAVE THAT CAMI.
If I have the right lacy white cami, and the right plaid flannel shirt, and artistically ripped jean shorts, and perfectly stompy boots, I CAN BE AS HOT AS ALICIA SILVERSTONE.
Just like this.
So she looked high and low for the perfect cami. At Uptons and Target and KMart and the mall. But they were never perfect. Too high-cut, too bazoonga-bearing, too lacy, not lacy enough.
And so camis and plaid flannel shirts went out of style before the girl ever found the right cami, and so she was never as hot as Alicia Silverstone.
Fast forward sixteen years.
The girl finds a pajama tank top on the 75% off rack at Target for $2.48. She buys it, thinking you can never have too many tank tops.
She puts it on with her new jeans and looks in the mirror and has a startling realization.
An imperfect cami on a confident woman at 33 is 1000 times hotter than a perfect cami on an idiot at 16.
And that, friends, is the lesson of the cami.
Also, that song still rocks.