I don't know how many of you hang out on Go Fug Yourself, one of the best, brightest, bitterest Web sites to ever skewer celebrity fashion, but I'll tell you that the girls on the site have lately taken up the fight against the re-emergence of leggings. Having worn them once in my life, I am forbidden (by myself) from wearing them again. The trend, I had thought, was currently being popularized only by Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and other red-carpet, celebutante, personality wastes.
Today, I fear that I must tell you that I spotted the dreaded leggings in my workplace. They have, once again and to my horror, gone mainstream. There is an employee here who takes ... um, let's call them "fashion risks." Risks that have been known to come in the form of a leopard-print miniskirt, bright blue tights and other outfits that she's just a bit too old to wear to work. I applaud her moxie, for it takes some real confidence to pull off a couple of her ensembles. I shudder to think about what she may deem inappropriate for work. But this day, she steps over the line: she wears black leggings. But not just black leggings, my friends, black leggings under a knee-length, bell-shaped black skirt. A cropped white cotton biker jacket tops the collection. Bad, bad, bad.