IF ANY MAN reading this wants a down jacket, email me: I have four. I discovered this when I found a forgotten L.L. Bean puffer smushed in the nether regions of my closet. Why, you might ask, did I buy a jacket I didn’t need? The eternal reason: because it was on sale. Last February, I’d wandered into an L.L. Bean in suburban Maryland to kill some time before dinner with zero intention to buy anything. Then I stumbled on a deal that felt too good to pass up and, just like that, I was down $75 and pointlessly up a down coat.

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