If seeing Dinah in her party pants this last weekend wasn't enough to make me want to buy a pair of my own, then Mighty Girl's description has made them a must-have.

I bought leather pants this weekend, and they're fabulous. They make me want to pose instead of standing still. They make me want to take up chain smoking. They make me want to pout out angry lyrics and crawl catlike toward a video camera while underage models writhe seductively in the soft-focus background. Man, nothing screams rock star like wrapping your legs in dead cow.