By Caitlin Thompson
Sometime around the sixth month of quarantine, the Instagram advertising algorithm finally cracked me and I surprised myself (though not, it should be noted, my wife) by becoming the proud owner of several iffy and outrageously expensive pieces of home wellness technology. I regret nothing. This year, self-care and a continued dedication to collecting beautiful printed matter have led me to believe that whatever happiness we can glean from retail therapy is probably worth it. That is the ethos I’m bringing into this unique holiday shopping season, as mailed care packages are taking the place of in-person gatherings, for the good of all. To that end, I’ve compiled an exhaustive list of gifts—from the required to the truly ridiculous—for the specific flavor of tennis lover in your life.