Wear, Watch, Want #32: The Gay Floral Earbud Edition
Wear: PJ Salvage 'Black Night' Floral Print Pants
My typical schlubby lounge/PJ pants are Roots sweatpants (reviewed here), but as of late my beloved Roots sweats were getting a little large, a little too schlubby, and a little raggedy looking. Don't get me wrong - they're still perfectly passable for a Netflix sesh on the couch, but as I've mentioned recently, I tend to get in my jimjams quite early, and then I need to take Hero De Niro out while in said jimjams, and I was feeling like I was walking my dog while wearing Hammer pants. So to the internet I went! I honestly thought I'd have to buy and try quite a few pairs of pants before finding anything that was even passable, because pants, no matter their purpose or your body type, are just tricky. Then these PJ Salvage beauties in a gorgeous print showed up, and the second I tried them on they were perfect. That has happened maybe four times in the history of human kind. The fabric (95% modal, 5% spandex) feels amazing, it's light but still feels substantial, so I can take the dog out and not feel like I'm not wearing enough on my butt. The waist and ankles are banded, but they're not tight at all, so the pants are fitted, but not at all restricted. You have a shape, but you're still in loose, comfortable pants. The waist is also high, which I like, again, because I like a covered butt. I have been wearing these pants every day since I got them - in fact, the day after they showed up at my door, I ordered another pair of PJ Salvage pants in plain black and I'm anxiously awaiting their arrival.
Watch: London Spy
I hadn't heard anything about London Spy, but I decided to watch it solely on seeing that it starred Ben Whishaw, who was so brilliant in Perfume. I realize that's not an incredibly recent reference (Perfume: The Story of a Murderer came out in 2006), but a decade later, I'm still always ready to evangelize about Perfume. Here's the quick pitch: You know how when you watch Hannibal and he's cooking, you think, "Wow, what mastery! What an artist!" And then you realize he's cooking a human being that he's murdered and you're like, "Oh. Right."? Perfume has the exact same effect, but with perfume, and it's set in the 18th century, so, you know, old-timey methods and whatnot. It's very cool, how it makes you think a real psychopath is a gifted artist with amazing ideas. ANYWAY.
London Spy is about Danny, played by Whishaw, who is a very regular guy living in London. He used to be into some very hardcore stuff, but now he's cleaned up his act considerably. One morning he meets Alex, and the two hit it off. The whole first episode of the miniseries is basically a relationship drama: "The Alex and Danny Story." I almost wish the show weren't called London Spy, because the first episode is actually a very beautiful, drawn out love story about how Danny essentially coaxes Alex into coming out and having his first real relationship, and Danny falling in love for the first time. However, because the title of the show is so salacious, it's easy to watch the fist episode and think, "Booo-ring! Where's the spy shit I was promised?!?!" Fair point. But you need to have this relationship piece at the beginning, I think, to make what comes next to affecting.
Alex dies. He doesn't just die. He is murdered. Gruesomely. And the attic of his apartment is apparently an S&M sex palace that Danny had no idea existed. In fact, everything in the attic is oddly reminiscent of Danny's old lifestyle. Danny then finds out that Alex wasn't even Alex's real name, and through his friend Scottie (Jim freakin' Broadbent, BTW, who is a self-described "old queen") who used to be a spy, Danny realizes that Alex too was a spy. Gay spies galore! Alex also had some spy secrets that he told Danny how to get ahold of, so now Danny has some spy stuff that he doesn't understand, doesn't know how to access, but does know puts him in a lot of danger. Are you intrigued? I AM!
Want: Wireless Headphones
My relationship with headphones is a real eye-roller. I have about six pairs of headphones, and one pair that I like. That one pair is slightly broken. Like, when I'm listening to podcasts on my phone when I'm walking Hero, and I have my phone in my pocket, I have to put the headphone jack just so, because if it hits the side of my pocket the sound will get all scratchy. It cannot be bumped! You may be thinking, "Well just buy another pair of the same headphones, ya dumdum!" They're discontinued. What luck. And I'm not the type of person who knows about these things. I read stats about different headphones and I have no clue what anything means. I'll spend some scratch on good 'phones, but WHICH ONES?! HELP ME. I've heard rumors that the robot overlords will soon be making us all use bluetooth headphones, and these ones I found on Amazon are only $20, so they seem worth a shot. I might try them. Or I might keep walking around gingerly avoiding jostling my phone in my pocket so I can listen to podcasts undisturbed because I'm so overwhelmed by headphone options. Time will tell!
