And more pants

I don't know what is going on, whether it is something to do with my astrology or what, but pants continue to plague me. And not just in the shower!


I am in dire need of some new pants. Pants that do not squish my belly out over the waistband, thereby giving me muffintop. Pants that do not create a coin-slot in the back when I sit down. Pants that manage to make my butt look full and spankalicious, not flat and pancakey. (I am so terrified that one day I am going to turn in to one of those ladies whose butt has migrated outward, abandoning the buttal region and setting up shop in hipsville. What if that is me one day!!! I can already feel my butt sliding down the back of my thighs. Soon there will be no distinction from knees all the way up to shoulders. agggggghhhhhh)


Anyway, I am perusing the Urban Outfitters website and I realize that I am officially an Old Lady. I am appalled by everything The Kids are wearing These Days. My options, according to Urban Outfitters, are to either wear pants so large I could smuggle WMDs in them, or to wear pants so tight that if I farted, the stink would be vacuum-sealed in until I peeled them off of me.



Exhibit A:


The "Boyfriend Pant"

This is attractive? This pajama-pant looking, long-crotched besmirchment of the female form? Let's all agree that our boyfriends' pants are best worn by our boyfriends. Who have use for spacious crotchal areas in their jeans.

BUT! It gets worse.

Exhibit B:

The "Upholstered Sofa Posing as Pants" Pants

If these pants make a professional model look hideous, why would I even attempt to wear them? Because I want to make my breasts look as tiny as possible in comparison to the 4,000 yards of tweed hanging off my waist? Because I have elephantitis of the ankles, and this is the only thing that hides it? Absurd.

Exhibit C:

"Body Paint Pants"

I think if you wear these pants, you have to make sure that you are entirely pube-free. Otherwise, everyone would be able to see the outline of each and every curly crotch hair underneath your "pants," aka, "colored saran wrap." Because obviously you can't wear underwear under these things. The pantylines! Think of the pantylines! And while these pants kind of look cute on this girl, who is so skinny you could swing a cat through the gap between her legs, they would not look cute on me. There would most definitely be muffintop-age. And I don't even want to think of the camel toe implications. The horror!

So, I don't know what this means for my Old Lady pants predicament. Am I going to have to start shopping at, like, Chico's? And L.L. Bean? And watching "The View" and buying estrogen supplements and turning the air conditioning on full blast to combat my hot flashes?