The tantrum my boyfriend threw over these shorts was that of a five year old; kicking and screaming and begging that I don't wear them in public.
Begging. After an hour of nonsense, we headed out the door with a very pouty walk to dinner with friends at
Burger Bar. Jort jokes aside, this place is a MUST for burgers in Chicago.
Basically, these shorts almost cost me my relationship but they didn't and life went on. Burgers made it better.
I urge you to join me in the movement against flattering jeans (a temporary movement, jeans should otherwise be flattering) and don another way spice up the summer wardrobe:
baggy jorts. The ones I'm wearing are the genius work of Levi's (who else) and the boots are by
Bakers (but you knew that already because I wear them every other day).