Tights are...

I buy Nylon magazine for the pictures. They reveal new trends in makeup, show me new colour and proportion combinations I would never have thought of myself, and point me to new designers, but actually reading an article is tantamount to considering Dear Penthouse letters actual literature. In this month's issue, there's a written debate on whether tights can be worn on their own (as in, without a skirt, dress, or pair of pants on top), with one full-length essay in the "Tights are Alright" camp, and one full-length essay for the "Pants Party" side. And the worst thing about these essays was not the subject matter; it was the feeling I got that they're hiring 6th graders at a well-respected fashion magazine these days, and I'm still living in a studio apartment with one pint of ice cream and a bottle of ketchup in my fridge. But nevermind all that. The point is this:

Resulting conversation with Kyle, as we lay in bed last night, nose-deep in our respective magazines (he was reading Esquire):

Priya: I just read two essays about whether tights are pants or not.
Kyle: Aren't tights...tights?

I know. He's great.