Yes, I'm talking harem pants. I know, *gasp*, *shudder*, wear-me-not, right?
What they were walking down the runways actually was more like this:
With minimal research into the topic, I discovered the harem pant trend was generated by a "very chic French editor." At least, that's according to The Today Show when they did a gripping, hard-hitting news story on the pants. But we know this is bunk right?

Exactly.
And you never wanted to touch *that* back in the day because MC Hammer, despite his smooth gliding dance moves and and irritatingly catchy music, was, in fact, dressed as a circus clown. A circus clown if Bozo had had to live in the Ottoman Empire wearing sequins and sometimes spangles, and, quite obviously, with a scimitar constantly at his neck, 'cause I can't see someone outside a megalomaniac hip hop star willingly wearing those things.
But I'll give The Today Show some credit. Clearly, it wasn't a chic American fashion editor wearing the pants at the shows, because, let's face it, American women like to make their butts look smaller and more compact, not saggy and droopy (at best).
At any rate, upon first view, I thought, "No." I wasn't happy that yet again FASHION had chosen to revisit my youth and pick another style that I was damned certain wouldn't ever come back around again. Last year, it was stirrup pants.

2000s style. Ugh. Buy some leggings that fit, Hayden, and stop ruining those lovely Louboutins.
And go away, stirrup pants. Colette is not amused.
I was, briefly, until I started seeing Texan teens bopping along the street in stirrup pants and cheap heels and I felt a little ill.
Seriously, 70s/80s fashion was fueled by pop music, punk and cocaine. Let's be honest and say that those three things together often led to a dubious fashion sense. Lots of hits, and a lot more misses.
For example, stirrup pants needed to stay hidden, tucked into riding boots so no one knows they extend down to your arch and are causing the most itchy reaction there. Stirrup pants, not so hot. Terribly uncomfortable, too. It's much easier to just wear leggings.
That should be a mantra, actually: It's always easier to wear leggings. They are the Juicy couture velour tracksuits of the '00s.
Still, after some sadistic designers reinvented stirrup pants out of their bag of tricks, I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone dug up MC Hammer or The Vagabond or any number of Ottoman references and decided that harem pants were the way to go with reinventing vintage fashion trends.
Well, this last weekend I found myself doing the dangerous deed of tooling around on French stylists' Web sites. I spend hours dissecting French style and the way women put together their outfits on these sites. I am borderline obsessed during Paris Fashion Week and I love to see the avant garde take on the new styles that pop up after the shows. French street style is always so inventive.
So, there I was, looking at one of my favorite sites, and the stylist on it was wearing fucking harem pants without a trace of irony. She looked chic and effortless and comfortable and all those things that American women hate about French women. I "humphed" and then moved on. No way would I wear Hammer harem pants. Bah.
But this weekend while at one of my favorite consignment stores, I noticed a pair of harem pants hanging on the $5 rack ...
... and I tried them on with my five-inch cut-out sandals and layered tanks ...
... and damn if I didn't buy them.
Sad.
The way I see it I can blame a couple of things in what may seem a lapse of common sense on my part: (a) When in doubt, blame the French and (b) they are sweatpant comfortable without being sweatpants.
"Hurrah!" for the French! For once, they have picked a fashion trend that is totally comfort-based. Really, try on a pair of harem pants, walk around a bit, and then try on your fave skinny pants and see which ones you end up choosing on your off days.
I know I didn't resist all that hard. I made it one fashion season before giving into Gallic pressure and buying a pair, but I'm glad I did because, as the Ottoman harem girls, Colette, MC Hammer and a "chic French fashion editor" could have told you, harem pants are like wearing your most comfy pajamas.
And that rocks. After years of perfect sillhouettes, the French have given us a trend that isn't trying to contort your bits and bobs into sculpted perfection.
So what if you look like you have droopy diaper drawers and your legs are somewhat stunted by the fact they now start at your knees? They are terribly chic, droopy diaper drawers and your torso now looks exceptionally long. And who doesn't want to have a long, chic torso?
I long ago gave up on having my stubby, nubby little legs looking like Gisele Bundchen's (bitch) . There is only so much five-inch heels can do with legs on a woman who is 4"8, after all. Lengthy torso on the other hand? There's a whole lot of YAY! involved there, forgive me if I am excited to look like I have have normal torso length.
So, I am embracing my new harem pants and my 70s/80s roots. As long as the French are going to go for comfort over cinched-waist, corseted getups, I am totally there. It is 108 degrees outside and I like wearing harem-pajamas in public.
In black silk, even.