Pants and whimpers

My pants broke tonight. You can see where the back pocket separated from the seat, leaving a long, visible, and potentially humiliating hole that forced me to leave work to go home and change.

I call bullshit on these pants. I didn't ask too much of them. I've only had them since September, I didn't launder them that often, they weren't tight, and I didn't do much in them besides sit around at work. Despite all that, they fell apart, and at a very inconvenient time.

You know, pants can serve many functions, but they are primarily designed to cover the ass. These failed to meet even that one basic requirement, so they are no longer pants. I condemn them. They are dead to me.

I would also like to offer a warning: no matter how cheap or cute they might be, do not ever buy pants from Old Navy.