This is the kind of post where Momus makes me feel like he’s some kind of alternate version of myself. He hates jeans basically for the same reasons I do. He demystifies work-clothes the same way I do, and he loves pilgrim clothes much in the same ways as I. I had all these discourses in my head for years, then Momus somehow sit in his chair and channel them down. Often.

Anons here often complain that Momus is a narcissist, as if narcissism was a crime or something. Well I’m something weirder —I’m, what, a narcissistic fanboy; a self-watching voyeur.