Agreed. While I agree with other commenters who say that the power differential and context of this headline are quite different than the Obama-Harris "incident," I would hope that Jez's authors would be even more cautious about this sort of headline when so much time on the site has been spent critiquing Obama's…

I agree. Using "their" as the gender-neutral singular is what we do colloquially anyway. And as Ursula LeGuin says, I know what I'm doing when I choose to use "their" as the singular. It's an active choice, not a lack of grammatical knowledge.

Frabjous day! I could usually care less about celeb relationships, but that one had me concerned.

Preface: I have been clearly living under a rock.

Everybody guess!

Reading this does make me want to begin all my proclamations with "I am a very distinguished and wealthy white man," if only because of the sheer absurdism of it all. And despite the fact that only one of those descriptors actually applies to me.

That's something I hadn't considered, and you're probably right. For the record, my personal discomfort on leggings as pants extends to both men and women for exactly the same reasons, so for me, at least, it's not so much about bodysnarking women as a discourse on what's acceptable to wear in certain social contexts.

That's a totally valid point, and I think for me (totally personally), there are some things which are appropriate to wear in certain contexts and some things that aren't. There's admittedly a gendered component, but I think that has more to do with the sorts of clothes that men and women tend to wear in our society…

I tend to find that ass-crack is masked by tight jeans, as they stretch across it, whereas leggings facilitate two very distinct cheeks. So, in my experience, I am okay with tight jeans, but perhaps my use of them is biased.

I would say that the ontological status of leggings is pants provided they are not see-through.

This is yet further proof that I need a paleontologist bestie. Except that my boyfriend would inevitably leave me for her/him. Ours would be a secret friendship.

In the biz, we just call that "old school."

Much obliged, ma'am.

I feel like we are soul mates from across the disciplinary divide.

"Laura Dern, in double denim, is busy agitating for Dr. Grant to impregnate her with a small archaeological baby."

I am generally a curmudgeon about all things wedding/proposal/engagement, but this is the kind of story I find inexplicably sweet.

Am I the only one who thought "Les Beiges" was a joke at first?

Amen! Love that version (despite Keanu's flat broodiness).

Psycodyk would be a pretty sweet band name, though. Swedish death metal, probably.

Seconded.