All together, now: Shopping for guy gifts is the worst. Whiskey cubes! Cuff links! Tiny “Zen” boxes of dirt that one must theoretically groom, for calmness or something. It’s just the same stuff, over and over and over, and if the men in your life are anything like the men in mine, they are zero help (“What do you want for Christmas?” “Oh, you know…whatever.”).
This stuff? Is not the same stuff.