I see that “mom jeans” — that ’90s look where the waistband of a woman’s pants are up around her armpits — are back.

Since I’m a guy, you probably expect me to say this is a terrible development in women’s fashion, especially since they are replacing low-rise jeans.

But you would be wrong. I welcome any look that kills off low-rise pants, which are just plain silly, no matter who’s wearing them. Human beings just weren’t meant to show butt cleavage. You don’t see depictions of cave people walking around with loin cloths or bear skins slung so low you can see all the way to “where the good Lord split ya,” as my Grandma Rose used to say.

And yet low-rise jeans became so ubiquitous, everyone was forced to wear them whether they wanted to or not because that’s all the stores sold.

Even I momentarily owned a pair. I bought them after “Old Blue” (yes, I name my pants, don’t you?), a pair of Levis I’d owned for 10 years, finally gave up the ghost.

I didn’t try on the new pants at the store, per my strict policy about getting in and out of clothes stores as fast as possible. My best time, by the way, is two minutes and 38 seconds. It’s a record that may never be broken, although you’re welcome to try.

But I did try them on at home. The lovely yet formidable Marcia took one look, frowned and said, “Um, yeah, no. Humanity isn’t ready for that,” which I was glad for because they were tight and uncomfortable anyway.

The older I get the more I think life’s too short to wear tight and uncomfortable clothes. In my worldview, men shouldn’t bother with tight jeans, neckties or dress shoes, and women should hunt down and stone the idiot that came up with high heel shoes. How they walk around in those things is beyond me. I actually tried it once — not walking in women’s heels but walking on my tiptoes like that. I was sore after two minutes.

Fashion designers are to blame, of course. The profession clearly attracts people who enjoy punking other people. For instance, I saw a Gap ad last week that described the look as “a 90’s throwback that seriously flatters.”

The misuse of a possessive apostrophe in ’90s notwithstanding, that’s a bald-faced lie. Fashion designers know that. They have eyes, after all. High-waisted jeans may be comfortable, but they also arae ridiculous, whether you’re a man or a woman. (And make no mistake, high-waisted pants for men are on the way, you watch. MC Hammer is thrilled.)

I don’t believe for a second that fashion designers think mom pants are attractive. I think what happened is they realized people had lost patience with low-rise pants and a replacement was needed so they had a meeting and asked, “What would be the most ludicrous thing we could talk people into wearing?”

“How about buckskin pants with fringes?” one said.

“The anti-fur and leather crowd would protest,” said another.

“How about clown pants — you know, with polka dots on them and secret compartments for rubber chickens and stuff?”

“Too obviously ludicrous.”

“I’ve got it — how about we bring back mom jeans?”

The room fell silent.

“Perfect!” they cheered in unison. “My god, it’ll be hysterical to see people walk around in those again!”

And now you know how the fashion world really works.

You’re welcome.