This Casio A158W is one of the most respected nexuses for a watch addiction. Even the most seasoned horology nerds will look at it and smile. Recently, my teenage nephew started getting into watches. I bought him this Casio, and it reminded me how much I love this little watch. —Luke Guillory, commerce editor
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No matter what else I buy, the Casio A158W always finds its way into the rotation.
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In its original form, this watch released in 1989, but the version we know today actually released under Casio’s vintage line in 2009. That’s when I found it. I think it cost sixteen bucks back then. It was stuck in the window of one of the jewelers at the mall where I would hang out with friends. It could have been the price, could have been the way it was displayed, could have been the fact I would have bought any watch I could afford with my allowance money on that particular day. But I got it—the first step toward a lifetime journey of spending too much money on this sort of stuff.
The big thing, though, is that the price has functionally not changed all that much. Currently, you can grab this watch for $30 retail, but it’s almost always $5 cheaper than that on Amazon. Adjusted for inflation, the $16 I paid back in 2009 or 2010 costs about $25 now—given the way other imported consumer goods have been inflated, I’d say we’re doing all right.
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"Fine, Daddy—I’m a Mets fan from now on.” There it was, right in my own kitchen, the ultimate Uno reverse card, the dagger in any sports fan’s heart: your kid threatening to switch to your team’s rival because you had the audacity to ask him to finish his supper.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being a Mets fan. (I mean, apart from the obvious.) It’s just that in my family, we are Yankees fans. End of. You support the team your family supports. And now one of my three sons, eight-year-old triplets, raised from infancy loyal to the New York Yankees and steeped in their legacy—Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Murderers’ Row, DiMaggio and Mantle and Jeter and 27 world championships—was threatening to switch allegiances and pull for the can’t-stop-talking-about-’86 Mets. They know how to get to me.
From my aggrieved tone, you might assume that I’m a lifelong fan myself, raised in a Yankee household, but it’s more complicated than that.
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You’ve probably heard a cologne described as “musky” before, but what does that actually mean? It’s not as easily decipherable as “woody” or “floral,” but it has a sexy reputation. Originally, the rich, earthy scent was harvested from the glands on the male musk deer, native to the mountains of South Asia (the Himalayas, mostly). Alluring, no? Now, it’s almost always a synthetic compound because the musk deer is endangered—less alluring, but better for all of us. That also means that you can get a lot of variety—of both scent and quality—within the category. So, it’s a really fascinating fragrance category to shop.
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