As a kid, my mom always told me not to let my pants drag. I love her, but I’m a contrarian at heart and, as a result, take an undue amount of pleasure in doing things as an adult that she forbade me to do as a child. But that’s only one reason I’m drooling over these pants. The others? My shoe game right now is lacking and I appreciate the pants’ cooperation with this. There’s also the comfort aspect; if I could, I’d squeeze my entire body into one pant leg and live in it — the much hipper, SLIGHTLY more constricted younger sister to the old woman who lived in a shoe. Oh and also they’re…um…PERFECT?