TGI...WTF? Special Pants Edition

Hey guys. I've been having some blogger's block lately. I think part of it is just end-of-year exhaustion; all I want to do is commune with the couch and sob to Love Actually while eating peppermint bark. Also, my computer keeps crashing and I fly into fits of rage that can only be calmed by injections of eggnog directly into my bloodstream. Also, I've written almost 300 posts in 2010--my most prolific year yet--and as a result I've burned out and been reduced to posting photos of my stupid outfits and four year-old advent calendars. Sorry. (Incidentally, whenever I don't post for a few days I get more followers... maybe I should play hard to get more often? Or maybe you guys are rewarding me for shutting up once in awhile?)

Anyway, this is all a long-winded way of saying that I am Blanche DuBois-ing out today and  relying on the kindness of strangers--today's TGI...WTF? post is brought to you by two readers, Katie and Margaret, who emailed me links to the following terrifying products:

1. Bikini Jeans (submitted by Katie)

Now, I've worn some unfortunate denim in my day, but these cross a line. They are big in Japan, where it is apparently still 2002 and everyone is blind.

2. Peek-A-Butt* (submitted by Margaret)
*This is not the product name, but should be.

Made from what appears to be the pelt of Cheer Bear, this could conceivably be a costume in the little-known fantasy porn She-Ra, Princess of Power-Bottom.

P.S.This is the work of a 22 year-old Australian designer who may or may not be in unrequited love with a body pillow (I'm just speculating here).

P.P.S. A few years ago, I read somewhere that Brits use the word "pants" as slang, meaning "total crap." Which would make the above specimens pants pants. I love learning.

TGI...WTF? Special Pants Edition