Snuggie

I spent a memorable Christmas break during college working at a mall lingerie store. Not only did I have to put up with men asking for my help in finding appropriately slutty sweet nothings for their sweethearts (miraculously, all of their S.O.s were “about my size”), but after Christmas, I also had to handle the exchanges of the all lingerie I’d sold, generally trading out the see-through stretch lace for comfy pairs of waffle-weave pajamas.

Truthfully, I feel guilty sometimes as a beauty correspondent in these troubled times.

I mean, here I am dancing my way through Zumba class, getting a $100 haircut and wearing my Snuggie to lunch, while all around me, Americans are being forced to give up their personal trainers and ditch Netflix.

“What are you watching?” I asked my 4-year-old daughter the other day after noticing that she was paying an unusual amount of attention to the TV.

“It’s a blanket that has sleeves on it,” Punky replied. “It keeps you warm and cozy, Mommy. Can I buy one?”

I stifled a laugh. Apparently, even preschoolers weren’t immune to the charms of the Snuggie, that infamous backwards robe featured in what might be the cheesiest commercial to air on TV since the heady days of The Clapper.