The Problem with Harem Pants

I don’t think you even need to ask what the problem with harem pants is. Have you seen harem pants? The only question I have here is why are they called harem pants? The word harem evokes beautiful exotic women with voluminous, semi-transparent pieces of clothing, not someone with their crotch halfway down their legs.

No, wait, I have another question. WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT THEIR CROTCH AT THE SAME AREA AS THEIR KNEES? I don’t care if it’s not your real crotch, everyone knows where your real crotch is, so you’re obviously not doing it for the mystery. You’re doing it because of reasons I don’t understand.

There is nothing attractive about a fallen crotch. Not the last time I checked, which was never, because I had never had any reason to wonder about FALLEN CROTCHES. Oh my god, I feel irreversibly tainted just typing that sentence. Goddamn. Screw you    harempants.

I’d rather chew off my own ear.