First this happened. It's vaguely Cher.

And then this happened. Seams where we don't need them. Two zippers where we don't need them and one overly mega zipper where we DO. Knee patches. Double the belts, none of the fun. Mesh. "This is," I reasoned, "the worst it's going to get."

And then this happened. Hotpants, sheer pants, zip pants. It's both tight and baggy, somehow. It's incomprehensible. "Finally," I sighed, "we have hit fashion rock bottom. There is nowhere left to go."

AND THEN THIS HAPPENED, and my brain ceased forming words, and started making those spurting burbling noises like when a fountain soda machine malfunctions.

It's the Three-Year Anniversary of Demi Lovato's Pantsmageddon

It's one hell of a four-outfit stretch.