Jean shorts are a way of life.

[grrltastic]

 Whenever I'm sacrificing a pair of jeans to the cut off gods (which happens on a fairly regular basis, because pants are for basic bitches) I almost always have a moment where I think to myself:

 

"Self, we should leave this pair a little longer and maybe hem the seams so we don't look like a complete slutty hipster douche from Texas whilst in and amongst all of these cultured Oregonians. And we are 30 now, so maybe it's time to pretend like we wear actual garments rather than some Dr. Moreau style shit."
 

 

So I cut them to mid-thigh and carefully turn in and hem the seams and then I wear them around like that for a while before I start to feel like someone's mom circa 1988, and realize that I am a complete slutty hipster douche from Texas (in the best possible way) even if I am stuck in a state where jorts are not considered an art form, and fuck being 30. It's hot and my legs are awesome. And then I cut off enough fabric that the front pockets poke out and leave the ends to fray.

Take that, sense of propriety.