Mischa Barton And The Pants Of Doom

Mischa, my GOD, what has Rachel Zoe done to you? I’m crying right now. Seriously. And it’s not just because I am crazy hormornal and uber depressed. It’s Mischa and those effing pants on this multileveled effect on my emotional and physical well being. First of all, those pants are like a nightmare that seguewayed from leggings in this horror movie kind of way where just when you think the worst is over, out pops a new kind of monster to terrorize you. Second, we all know Mischa has got legs like a Barbie doll and is pin thin, yet those pants are downplaying both of these tremendous assets under a mountain of denim. Lastly and most importantly, I weep because I am 5′4" with not discernible torso and if these are the It Jeans and I want to be fashion? I’m going to have to go out of the house looking like some sort of meaty tree stump and I can’t really get behind that idea AT ALL.