You know that whole fad of personalizing your credit card with a photo from your private stash — like, your kids with facefuls of birthday frosting, or your dog, or that time you rode a camel in front of the Great Pyramid?

I’m becoming concerned that it’s now being applied to leggings. In that sense we should be grateful Whitney did not choose, say, the face of Lauren Conrad, or a picture of Olivia Palermo blinking vacantly at her through a veil of enviable accessories. But listen, kid, if you’re going to turn your legs into monuments of that time the hills were alive with the sound of music, it means nothing — nothing — without the twirling nun.

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