"That's not what I said," he objects.
So I'm paraphrasing a little.
Whatever. The point is -
"The point is," he says, "corduroys are not lingerie. I have a problem with you wearing them to bed." Also, he says, there is no such thing as man repellent.
"Corduroy looks just as good puddled on the floor as any other article of clothing."
Here is how little Mr. Kamikaze knows: The New York Times describes an entire fashion movement built up around the idea of man-repellent. From dangerous looking jewelry to harem pants, the fashion world is embracing a trend that dispenses with the idea of fashion as man-bait, or even man-acceptable in favor of knowingly repulsive to men.
"I'm really happy that people understand that man-repelling is a good thing," says the fashion blogger credited with inspiring the trend.
I am not making this up. I am also not wearing anything under my corduroys.
Okay that last part is not true. But here is a fact: Mr. Kamikaze spent most of the night up on the roof stringing Christmas lights in 11 degree weather. As if there were not enough reasons to despise the holidays, now Jesus leaves me pining in my corduroys and tights for a man on the roof.
"Don't forget bra, underwear and sweater," he says. Fine - pining in my bra, underwear, tights, cordoruys and sweater. There may have also been a tank top and some fuzzy socks.
And that, apparently, is what is known as a fashion triumph.