1. Your wardrobe–well, some of it
I love wearing women’s T-shirts. Your T-shirts are the bomb. I learned this during a moment of necessity: I hadn’t done laundry in a while and I got caught short when someone came to the door, so I threw on a University of Texas women’s T-shirt belonging to my wife, Karel. It was a little snug, but, wow, it felt like I was being hugged all over by a fuzzy Labrador puppy. Men’s T-shirts, by contrast, feel like wearing a layer of sandpaper. In order to get a guy’s T-shirt to the standard level of softness and comfort that a woman’s T-shirt starts with, you have to work out in it for three weeks straight, leave it outdoors through an entire rainy season, and wash it 65 times. Then you’re rewarded with a month of happy wearing before it falls apart. And fine, I’m just gonna admit that I find the cut of a women’s XL more flattering–not too baggy, but not too International Male catalog, either. I have learned not to buy T-shirts with cap sleeves, though. Cap sleeves look weird on me.
