Here's What Happened When I Pulled a Rihanna and Only Wore Bathrobes For a Week

No more f*cking around. I enter hump day ready to slay. Today, I slip on a Diamond Waffle Robe ($94, originally $125) that I copped from a boy who stole it from the Ritz. I believe those two misdemeanors cancel each other out and make us both law-abiding citizens.

On my way to work, a well-intended woman comes up to me on the subway, a motherly look of concern growing on her face. "You do know you're still wearing your bathrobe?" she asks.

"It's a dress — do you like it?" I respond with a twirl. She promptly changes cars.