Let's be real for a second, this Sunday is probably gonna suck for all of us. We love our moms, sure, but the idea of spending 3 hours around a brunch table actually telling our moms we love them sounds just awful. And, by the way, it's one of the only times during the year when you not only have to spend time with the woman who, oh, I don't know, BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS THING WE CALL THE WORLD, but your hard-earned money too. Chances are, assuming you're a normal person, you really have no idea what your mom likes. That said, you also don't want to cop her some basic bitch shit because HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE MY SAINT OF A MOTHER IS EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT BASIC?! Instead, why not just stick to the shit you know: that rare, hyped up, overpriced jawnery you love so much? After all, your good taste is probably genetic anyway, right?