You may not know this about me, but I have an extremely difficult time settling on subjective superlatives. Like clockwork, any time anytime asks me what my favorite, well, anything is, I tend to freeze up quicker than a 17 year-old Buick outside Fargo in February.
This’ll be easier; how about Favorite Star Wars movie?
Favorite Beer? Surely you got a special beer?
It comes as something of a surprise to me then, that of the 24 different pairs of socks I’ve worn in 2018, I think this particular set might be favorite so far. I can’t give you a good reason why, other than the colors and the angular stripes really appeal to me.
But then, I guess that’s why they’ve always said there’s no accounting for taste.
Bonus picture because I like them.