They’re also modular, so if the strap is just too weird-looking, you can clip in nose pads and arms, which is genius. That alone makes the sunglasses so much more comfortable and useful, especially if you like boating, biking, or other high-speed activities. Ski goggles sit a little farther off your face for better ventilation and give you a wider field of view, but I haven’t noticed any deficiencies in my peripheral vision; these would be great for spring skiing too.
Moreover, they come in five different colors (La Tortuga and Mama’s Skillet are back-ordered, but the blue is quite nice), and they’re reasonably priced, at $150 for the whole kit. That’s not cheap, but I’m also not going to be devastated if I drop them in the lake while I’m out on the pontoon boat with a beer in my hand. They also look—not bad! Although I have to say that my younger coworkers seem to appreciate them more than my older ones do.
Sail Away
Photograph: Walton Goggins
If you haven’t already watched the season finale then—spoiler alert—Rick and Chelsea die, because he can’t escape his demons. The demon that Chelsea can’t escape is Rick. Their deaths were foreshadowed the entire season, from Chelsea saying in episode 1 that she was going to get Rick his joy back, even if it kills her, to Chloe warning Chelsea that the romantic girls are the ones who always end up worse off in the end.
I do have to say that, despite our (my) obsession with this love affair, Rick and Chelsea didn’t have to be rich, and their storyline could’ve taken place on a whole other show. This is absolutely the wrong time for The White Lotus to stop making fun of all the horrific ways that the not-rich have to work around entitled rich people screwing with our lives.
Still, I would put up with much worse to watch Walton Goggins and Aimee Lou Wood in almost anything else, and in the meantime, I can prepare for my own summer vacations with a pair of the Goggins Goggle Glasses. If nothing else, this gives me an excuse to repeatedly show other people Goggins’ Instagram, since my husband is absolutely sick of it. All you need for a little mystique of your own is a little spring skiing, with the wind whistling through your wisps of hair and your unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.
