This afternoon, I was greeted by an email from my beloved Anthropologie (I don't actually buy anything since the expensive wares are made for people with real jobs and style and stuff) touting the newest rage in stuck up lady fashion land - the harem. Fucking harem pants. I'm not smelling what they're cooking. I refuse to pick up what they're putting down. Technically, I should like this forerunner of the Zubaz pant because of the roomy leg, crotch, butt, hips, whole-pant-except-ankle regions. I could eat whatever the fuck I want and possibly shoplift without worry. In fact, I have liked it. In first grade. For Halloween. Maybe it's a joke. Maybe Anthropologie teams with universities to perpetrate sociological studies to figure out if women are lemur enough to fall off the cliff wearing the harem because a trendy store says so. I don't know. What I do know is that they're $178.
