The Practical Guide to Buying Waistcoat
I’ve spent more time thinking about waistcoat buttons than I probably have about my own retirement savings account. And that’s not hyperbole for humor’s sake—I stood in my basement in…
I’ve spent more time thinking about waistcoat buttons than I probably have about my own retirement savings account. And that’s not hyperbole for humor’s sake—I stood in my basement in…
A friend of mine, Danny, recently texted me a photo of himself half-in, half-out of a running store dressing room wearing one Brooks Ghost on his left foot and its…
You’re doing a late night gift run. It’s midnight, three tabs down, your brother’s birthday is tomorrow and you made a promise that this year you wouldn’t get him just…
Two years ago, whenever anyone asked me about UGGs, I would just say they’re the same shoe regardless if it’s marketed as men’s or women’s (usually while shoving their stock…
I own gray wool trousers I wore to a wedding last October. You know the kind, where you spend twenty minutes standing solemnly saying nothing at the front of the…
Spoke to a dude at the store last month. Must have been sixty five years old talking about how his dad wore the same pair of shearling slippers for eleven…
Our group chat had been raging for three days over who owed how much money for Bears tickets when my friend Danny dropped this into the thread with no context:…
Six. Six scarves languishing in a bin at the bottom of my closet that I will almost certainly never wear again. Not because there’s anything wrong with them. No moth…
The dude at my work two desks over, the guy who still writes appointments in a physical calendar, was telling me that his father had one pair of sheepskin slippers…
“It just loops twice and hangs, nothing to it.” A salesman from some brand of outerwear that no longer exists told me back in about 1988, looming over me in…