So when I was in undergrad, there was this dude who exclusively wore silk smoking jackets around the dorm. There was a constant stream of girls leaving his room (who were also way too hot for him). I'm pretty sure he was a giant douchebag and had very few redeeming qualities, but he just walked around in those smoking jackets like a boss. I assure you I am not trying to emulate him in any way, other than wanting to feel like a boss while hanging out by myself in my room. So lately I've been rocking out in this sweet floral robe from Anthro. But last night, when I had listened to enough Birdy and Dirty Heads to feel pretty damn good, the whole smoking jacket vibe was totally ruined when the tie of my robe fell in the toilet. The world is darkness.