In the beginning there were mom jeans, a loving shorthand for teasing mothers everywhere about their desire for comfort over style.
Dad jeans were cute, too, allowing us to poke fun at U.S. President Barack Obama's frumpy fashion choices when he wasn't rocking a power suit.
We should have stopped there. Everything would have been fine.
But then came boyfriend jeans (otherwise known as loose pants worn by women), which unleashed a wave of stupidity.
Now there are skinny boyfriend jeans, which prey on the psyches of average-size males; girlfriend jeans, which are even skinnier than skinny boyfriends (and meant for women, confusingly); and dog jeans, with a cut-out for your tail (okay, we made those up).
This onslaught of anthropomorphized denim is like the A&W burger family, but less delicious and much more damaging to popular body image.
Loose, slouchy and tapered are real words: Let's use them, and gender our pants nevermore.