Those pants are terrible, and have been so on everyone I’ve seen in any version thereof. At least these look more intentional than Taylor’s, which, if this were 1993, I’d say she did with scissors and glue while delirious during a six-hour phone call with her best friend. But they’re still bad — and yet, could be the silliest part of a better outfit, if only she’d worn a different top. Instead, they’re the most normal part of a terrible outfit, because that strapless top hates boobs and doesn’t want to tolerate them. That top wants to be worn by a woman in cutoffs, cowboy boots, and a scowl, who effing HATES when the rodeo comes through her small town and ruins the vibe at her bar, and has dumped at LEAST three pitchers of beer over dudes’ heads while smacking her gum. I quite like that woman, come to think of it; she ALSO needs a new shirt.