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Jul. 31st, 2010 03:45 pmBlue jeans. Let's talk about blue jeans.
I love blue jeans. I will wear them for the rest of my life and you can pry them out of my cold, dead fingers. I have no use for slacks or suit jackets with matching skirts. I'm an American, dammit! I wear blue jeans.
They are, however, a pain in the ass, sometimes. You have to find exactly the right pair. The right length, the right leg cut, the right waist. High rise or lowriders. Boot cut or straight leg or flare. Zip or button-up fly. Dark or light. The possibilities are endless. You have to find that magical combination for the perfect pair of blue jeans, and then fill your closet with them.
But there is one thing I do not understand. Black or white, skinny or ample, no matter who you are, the first place to wear out on your blue jeans? Your inside thigh. I have a pair of jeans so old, I've patched that exact hole and then worn through the patches.
WHY, BLUE JEANS. WHY.
I love blue jeans. I will wear them for the rest of my life and you can pry them out of my cold, dead fingers. I have no use for slacks or suit jackets with matching skirts. I'm an American, dammit! I wear blue jeans.
They are, however, a pain in the ass, sometimes. You have to find exactly the right pair. The right length, the right leg cut, the right waist. High rise or lowriders. Boot cut or straight leg or flare. Zip or button-up fly. Dark or light. The possibilities are endless. You have to find that magical combination for the perfect pair of blue jeans, and then fill your closet with them.
But there is one thing I do not understand. Black or white, skinny or ample, no matter who you are, the first place to wear out on your blue jeans? Your inside thigh. I have a pair of jeans so old, I've patched that exact hole and then worn through the patches.
WHY, BLUE JEANS. WHY.
