If you weren’t wearing shants, which were pants that conveniently let you unzip the lower leg to turn them into shorts, were you even living in 1999? If the sweet tunes of "Enema of the State" weren’t regularly convincing you to abandon pants and free your legs from suburban oppression, what kind of childhood did you even live? If you weren’t breaking the bonds that were convertible trousers to show off your Airwalks, what were you even doing?