I can see a father staring down at his daughter wearing these, looking extremely disappointed. "And these cost you money?" Then he'd shake his head and retreat to the den where his only friend waited for him - a bottle of whiskey. These are so silly that I actually love them. Whatever the original point of ripped jeans was, this is not it. That light breeze you thought you were going to feel on your knees? Nope. Your knees got meated.
I'm glad the knees are beautiful looking cuts of meat. Imagine if it was ground beef. Ground beef is just disturbing to look at. Especially against human skin. After all, we are just ground beef inside. Nothing more than tissue, bone, and fear, like animals. Who knew jeans would force me to confront my own mortality?