I've got something that's been driving me nuts these past few months. I've been working in downtown Philly, watching the human pageant in all its weird and wonderful forms. Going to and fro on the train, or grabbing a sandwich at lunchtime, I see these well-dressed, classy looking, professional women of all ages schlepping around the city in flip-flops that even the young Turks would find too casual and sloppy. Yes, I know that quality pointy-toed shinkickers are too expensive and sometimes uncomfortable for sunrise-to-sundown wear, and yes, I know the ladies are changing into their professional shoes when they get back to their desks. I still don't care.
I was going to carry this little cross of mine all by myself, but then I tripped (pun intended) over this article.
Money quote:
"We’re talking about grown adults in affluent societies—people presumably in possession of at least one pair of actual shoes—who see fit to navigate the grimy sidewalks of large cities shod only in a loosely flapping, half-inch-thick slip of rubber. Those people—you, if you’re among them—need to face the reality that you are, in essence, going barefoot, and it’s grossing the rest of us out."
http://www.slate.com/articles/life/a_fi ... _slob.html
There. I said it. Hate the message, not the messenger...