A couple of weeks ago, I spent an evening in the vicinity of the Bangor Mall. (I know, I know.) And from that experience, I just have to say: ladies, tights are not pants.

These are see-through, and thus definitely fall under the category of
not pants.

Leggings are also
not pants. Pants are supposed to cover your ass, not stick to it like a hungry leech. And nobody ever wants to hear the pickup line, "I can see the galaxy in your lady parts."

Or "you are the apple of my butt." Ferchrissakes, put a skirt over that shit.
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