I have done something so wrong, so against Man and Nature, I feel compelled to confess it:

I have hung a pair of 501 button fly jeans on a hangar.

Not flipped over a chair, or stepped out of on the floor, or tossed into a corner--but on a hangar, clipped at the cuffs, hanging upside down like a respectable pair of pants.

There. I've said it and I feel better. Do with me what you will. I plead guilty.