I Hate What You Have On, Winter Edition

It's hard to pick on people's clothes in the winter in DC-everyone is bundled up in long black coats (me), down jackets and trapper hats (I hope they're students) and various other winter gear. Unless it's egregious (and I'm looking at you, dull red coat, pink beret and lime green scarf. Trust me, it did not work. Instead of looking like luscious summer colors, everything clashed).
But I'm making an exception today because of what I saw.
It was cold this morning, colder than it's been all winter so far and it's supposed to be worse tomorrow and the day after that. So everyone here is wearing their parkas and hats and snow pants (please don't wear snow pants unless there is actually snow. Thank you). My first glimpse was of white sneakers and black socks. Okay, I thought. Tights. You should wear boots with tights today but whatever. Until I saw that it was not in fact tights, but rather black knee socks. I know this because I saw them all the way up to bare knees and a 3/4 length coat.
What the hell? It's 15 with a wind chill and you have on knee socks with a skirt (and it had to be a shortish skirt because I didn't see the hem beneath the hem of the coat. The only people who are allowed to wear knee socks with a skirt are those of us who are teenagers or younger-it looks silly on anyone over say, 17, which she most definitely was.
Plus, she had to be cold.