Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Bonerkiller of the Day

Jeggings. Ugh. My roomie loves this shit (sorry dude) but I still need to air my grievances. First of all, the name. Sounds like something my mom (read: fat chick) would wear in the 80s while working out on her mini-trampoline. Remember that scene in Fried Green Tomatoes? Exactly. Now I'm picturing Kathy Bates wrapped in plastic wrap. Shudder.

But back to jeggings. The other day I tried on a pair of $180 jeans that were basically leggings. I will never understand this. I like pencil jeans just as much as the next classy lady who used to be into punk and hardcore (p.s. I'm totally listening to Cap'n Jazz right now), but why am I paying that much money for something I can buy at Kmart for $20. If I'm gonna drop some serious scrilla on pants I want them to be quality, not something that shrinks up to kiddie size when I wash 'em.

Here, just look at these pics of dudes in their jeans. Shawing.



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