what the hell do we wear to work these days?!

plus love is blind, end credits, and sexy sexy oprah book time

I recently got a new job in — gasp — an office.

When I was interviewing, all my peeps kept demanding,“HOW MANY DAYS?????” like I was being sent to the gulag. The answer is three, but because I’m new and building a team, right now, four.

Before COVID, like many people, I went to an office all the time. I took showers and did my hair and wore makeup and thought about my outfit, and sometimes when I felt especially cute I even took pics in the single stall bathroom (across from John Mulaney’s mom’s office) (I know, right!) and posted them on my Insta stories #OOTD.

It’s shocking how easy it was to stop getting dressed or washing my hair. I got a therapist in the early days of COVID and I remember apologizing to her about my general state of dishevelment when we’d meet on Zoom. I told her, look, I used to really care about this, but I’m questioning everything in my life right now, and there’s no place to go so like why would I suffer pants with buttons????

It became clear just how far I lean…