At the lingerie-themed gathering at my place on Valentine’s, I went for the too-tired-to-fully-undress-Ivy-League thesis writer look. I was hoping the party would feature some scandalous attire (or lack thereof), but the only attendee with their junk out was Hamlet.
My “lingerie” consisted of a Yale tee, Gap Body girl shorts, and my beloved pink and black Chuck Taylors.
(Yes, it’s true. I have more gear from Yale, than I do from Harvard.)
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