These Are Holy Jeans...

I was at a concert the other night when a woman decided to block my view with this:























This is troubling, you guys! It would be one thing if she showed signs of just escaping a knife fight or narrowly avoiding a weedeater to the femur. But, no. She looked perfectly at ease and content with the redneck air conditioning method known as ripped jeans. I think it's more the placement than anything that I have trouble accepting...