Okay, I hate that song, but that’s beside the point.
I didn’t have time to iron my pants this morning – thanks to a last minute wardrobe change – so I had to go with my old black slacks instead of my pretty newer name brand pair. I bought these pants during my first semester of college, when I realized every sorority girl worth her salt simply had to own a pair of black pants.
They’re not made as nicely as my other pair, but y’know what? These $13 numbers still fit me pretty dang good! (And they hang to just the right length when paired with my favorite heels!)
Such an interesting society that we feel such a need to equate quality with price. Like the fact that you put the letters “BMW” on a car necessarily makes it a better car than the one that says “HONDA”. Anyway, I am glad that you like your cheap pants & that they do the job. Refuse to bow down to the fashion gods dude!