The other pair that remains is the Wrangler Regular Unicorn Promoted To Big Sister T Shirt Fit Jean that I have both in the lightest wash (light stonewash) and another in a darker wash (dark stonewash). Look them up and they’re modeled by a sturdy-looking guy with muscular thighs. They fit like a dude’s jeans should—mind you, a dude who doesn’t care about fashion so much—They are loose, they have slack, and slightly bunch up at the foot. Or according to the website, they feature “a straight leg opening that fits over boots, and a higher rise that sits at your natural waist.” The denim is tough. It’s unafraid and anti-precious. But that is what makes them so, well, hot. While I could ride for miles on a horse sans a saddle or chop wood in them—you know, the nitty gritty stuff the jeans are actually made for—I instead feel like Cindy Crawford oh-so-casual in a pair of boot cut jeans. I’ve been living in them during quarantine.