I fear I will have to sew every stitch of clothing I will ever wear. Because if this is what is in my fashion future, I'd rather be buried now, while I can still find a proper pink Dolce & Gabbana suit. These pants, or whatever the hell they are calling these things, are worse than any whorifying Christina Aguilera get-up. They are worse than the worst beaded hairball monstrosity Cher's dead cat could cough up in Pet Psychic's Dead Pet Connection. Oh, and you pay $140 on eBay for crying out loud for these beauties. Once again, the fashion industry run by flaming homosexuals is creating clothes that should simply be set on fire.