I’m not big on flying.

The whole experience is just bothersome. I hate being on a plane. I hate that there are other passengers. I especially hate when families with children fly.

No matter where I sit on the plane I’m always stuck next to the family with a toddler who is running up and down the aisles, a screaming baby, and a crackhead teenager who hasn’t showered since he hit puberty.

Emotional support animals were also on my list of things I hate about flying, but that is about to change.

American Airlines has new guidelines for emotional support animals. They now ban many animals, including chickens, ferrets, and anything with hooves (excluding miniature horses that are properly trained as service animals).

But these guidelines say fuck all about honey badgers.

I want to board a plane with my emotional support honey badger while I am rocking this t-shirt, and I will just sit there quietly as my honey badger savages any and every passenger and emotional support peacock that’s pissing me off.

(I’ve had a frustrating week, can you tell?)

In other news, I am having daydreams of a glib meetup where we are all rocking this shirt. Glibs Take Chicago, and we all flood out of Union Station wearing the honey badger shirt.