I know, I know. I’ve obsessed. I’ve fixated. I’ve insisted. I’ve hyperbolized. I’ve exaggerated. I’ve overkilled how I much I don’t like red pants. But I think its become frankly obvious that I love seeing men in ridiculously colored pants, most of red. I can’t resist them.
More pet than pet peeve, spindly legged, tight fitted red pants (or any color and style for that matter) bring a bit of goofy and delight every day. Don’t tell but I’m even contemplating getting the Professor some snappy trousers for his birthday (and maybe moi though Uniqlo no longer seems to have any I like). Who would have thought that the mean reds would come to mean so much to me?