I recently discovered something awesome about pleather pants: While at a bar last weekend in New York City, a girl sitting across the table from me dumped an enormous glass of red wine into my lap, and while the white top and leather clutch I was carrying soaked it right up, the red wine just rolled off my pants as soon as I stood up. Pleather win.
However, given that the washing instructions of said pants reads “wipe clean with a cloth,” the repellant quality seems pretty important.
On a completely different note, if you do anything at all today, please VOTE. It matters.