There is no way I would ever chance wearing white pants in public because I already know what happens. It's like there is this magnetic field attracting every particle of dirt in the ENTIRE (No, I'm not exaggerating) universe to me when I'm wearing white pants. I'm pretty sure that dust from South America, sand from the Sahara, and mud from some Rain Forest has migrated to Canada and decided to take up residence upon my pristine pants.
How I just got on a rant about wearing white pants, I'll never know?!? Truth be told... I don't think I even own a pair (for obvious reasons). Anyways. I think I'm off to do a sunshine dance while chanting the "Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun.... pleeeeeeaaaasssee shine down on me!!" song.