Old School. Biblically Independent.
By Andrew Sanford | News | March 16, 2026
The jeans I’m wearing are currently a little bit too long, so they’re dragging under my heels a little bit when I walk around my apartment. They’re pretty new, too, and I don’t want them to get distressed in the back and start to look faded, but I fear that is what will happen. I tried them on, something I truly detest doing even though I know it’s necessary, and they seemed fine in the Old Navy. But, alas, I got them home, and my lack of ass is making them drag on the floor.
It’s not that I don’t know how to dress myself. I could do better, but I’m no longer the young twenty-something whom my future wife would sometimes think, “I wish Andrew cut his hair and wore clothes that fit.” I’ve developed my own sense of style, even if it revolves mostly around Hawaiian shirts and baseball hats. I know how to throw an outfit together. But I also have a weird body, so things lay on me weirdly, even if I try to make sure they fit before I buy them.
All of that is to say that no one is going to describe me as “stylish.” It isn’t going to happen, and I know that so well that a couple of times over the last two years, I’ve played the character Christian Thompson from The Devil Wears Prada in a staged, drunk, Shakespearean reading of the material at a theater I work with, and the joke has been that I am not fashionable and will change my outfit several times throughout the show to add scarves or remove shirts.
So, I felt a new SNL sketch called Harry For Him right in my gut. The premise is fairly simple. Host Harry Styles introduces a fashion line that he’s selling at Target and seeks to give boring husbands a style upgrade by putting them in outfits Harry has worn. You realize pretty quickly how something like that is just non-transferable. It’s hard to look like Harry Styles if you are not Harry Styles, though I will say that Ben Marshall was rocking some “I’m in the cast now, so I better tone up” arms.
Most of the comedy comes out of the men’s confessionals. Easily my favorite joke is James Austin Johnson, clad in a Styles-style blouse, explaining that he wore it for his wife, and she said he looked like, “you look like a serial killer who’s wearing the clothes of a woman he killed.” And, while most of the confessionals involve a story or short monologue, it was hilarious to have them cut to Kam Patterson for him to just say, “I had to get all the way naked to use the urinal.”
Harry is also incredibly locked in here. He nails the tone of what’s going on, playing a version of himself that feels both in on the joke and like an earnest QVC presenter. He also gets off a couple of fun quips, my favorite being, “Liar, liar, pants on fire. Or, as we say in England, ‘A liar, for shame, trousers aflame.’” He also brings what makes the whole thing work in a way that it may not have even ten years ago: they aren’t trying to say that the outfits look stupid, and Harry feels earnestly supportive.
This whole thing could fall flat easily. But it works because it isn’t mean to… anyone. It isn’t trying to make fun of how Harry dresses necessarily. The joke is more that he’s cool enough to pull it off. There isn’t a homophobic jab to be found here, and I was genuinely expecting at least one groaner. Instead, there is envy toward the idea that he can do this and they can’t, as well as being a bit uncomfortable because the gentlemen know that they aren’t making the looks work in the slightest.
I just had a lot of fun with this, and it definitely was assisted by Harry’s whole vibe. He had so much fun with this, and seeing the outfits out of context (on someone that isn’t Harry Styles) was a great idea. All that being said, I think Kenan pulls off the coat that he wears. Maybe I was just excited when he showed up, but I legitimately thought that it was something he could wear. I also love that the whole time he’s there, he’s rocking his slight “can you believe they’re making me do this” smile. Fun times!
