pants whore

i am a pants whore. what shoes is to women, men's legwear is to me. white pants, black jeans, dress pants. it's like a drug. when did i get addicted? oh right, when i bought a nice pair of jeans and stopped wanting to wear carpenter jeans and cargo pants. and when i got a subscription to gq. strangely, this coincides with a phase where i want to be able to do a standing jump to touch a basketball rim...which practically requires huge leg muscles, thus dashing away any chance of wearing slim european style pants.

when did i turn so metro? for some, like my pledge brother austin, it was there early and caused him some grief with the guys but plenty of brownie points with the girls. for others, it never comes because there's just too much technical work to be thinking about style. for me, every time i sit on the ivory throne, i have many precious minutes of browsing through my GQ and my roommate's Details, picking up on materialism and body image issues. this is what america does to you, kids. and it's so fun.