[tag]Robin Givhan[/tag] gives us her take on the Pants Suit. Givhan used to annoy the ever-living snot out of me with her loony body-image theories and her defense of ultrathin fashion models. Then she started mellowing a bit, and I started giving her a pass. The piece on the pants in today’s Washington Post actually almost endears her to me.

After summing up the situation, Givhan notes:

Still, Pearson began all this over a pair of pants that no longer fit and that he had not worn in quite some time. Of all the sartorial reasons for a man to get riled up — go sue the fellow who gave the thumbs-up on Crocs, why don’t you? — suit pants are among the most inconsequential of them all.

Later, she also gets in a fabulous dig at Dockers:

For proof of how banal men’s pants have become, look no further than the nearest male derriere to read the Dockers label. Introduced in 1986, they launched a khakis revolution and made virtually every man who wore them — which is essentially every man — look like he was somnambulating toward a life of soccer games, little blue pills and quiet desperation.

The rest of the article is amusing, too, but those were the highlights for me. I hate crocs. Wear them if you’d like, but leave me alone. Really.