Things of the Week: Wasn’t it Friday Yesterday? Edition

Erica: Men’s fashion never gets as much love as women’s, and, after working at a magazine for guys long enough, this got to me. Thus, I tend to embrace anything that pays tribute to killer man style, but I suspect that I would love these Dress the Part posters from Moxy Creative House even if I wasn’t predisposed to. They highlight iconic leading-man looks—serving as a good source of Halloween inspiration if you’re still costume scrounging—and offer no value judgment. (Here’s looking at you, Lloyd Christmas and Harry Dunne.)

Claire: I’ve been putting off writing about Molls in this space because she means so much to me, and so it’s a lot of pressure. At the end of the day, it comes down to this: Molls (a.k.a. Molly McAleer) is my buddha. In her writing, she achieves comedy by embodying the traits of awareness and self-love. Her industrious dedication to the practice of honesty without shame—about her thoughts, emotions, habits, and mistakes—allows her (and us) to see the humor in all situations. Molls reminds us that sometimes the only way to deal with something tragic (a boyfriend of several of years ending it via flip phone, or a bedbug takeover of body and bedroom) is to just keep repeating it—many times and very loudly—until all of its meaning is gone and the only thing that remains is the absurdity.

Mutual: We promise not to turn this into a beauty column (though we can’t say we aren’t tempted), but right about now seems like the ideal time for a chapped lips/skin PSA. You guys, if you aren’t already an Aquaphor convert, we don’t know what you’re waiting for. Claire carries around the little balm-size tube that can be applied straight to the mouth (avoiding any subway-hands contamination), and Erica totes a travel-size bottle to take care of both her lips and the cuticles on her thumbs that she picks at in a truly disgusting way.