Save Us From the Evil Flop Flops!

Flip Flops. . . in short . . . are not shoes. They are so far from being shoes they may as well be Alien wear.

But they cover the bottom of your feet, does that not classify it as street wear? you say.

No!

It’s beachwear. . . something to keep your tender tootsies from being fried silly by the hot sand at the beach. Or the even hotter cement in your backyard pool area. But they are not designed to wear to a club or to the mall.

You would not see six inch heel pumps being worn to the beach. Impracticable beyond measure (although you will see high heels if a beer commercial is being filmed).

Yet, when I go out to clubs, I see the scourge of my existence. Flip Flops… on the dance floor! The horror! The sacrilege! Is nothing sacred anymore?

Although, it might be the city I live in. It’s a medium sized city with an unhealthy obsession with anything University and was once called the City of Fads. (Oh this city used to a sea of acid wash) However, most people, in a city where the studentia almost outnumber the residents, seem to dress like every day is laundry day!

Hence the preponderance of Flip Flops as the number one choice of footwear. Even in the dead of winter. There could be three feet of snow and a wind-chill that puts a shiver into Polar Bears, yet there you see them . . . the Flip Flops!

They have their role. They have their place in society. But as a formal or even a casual shoe choice? Heaven forefend.

But okay, I live with this ignominy. Because I live for the night life, I love to Boogie. And the dance floor is sacred. Yet to see anyone out on the town painting it whatever shade they like wearing high heels, or even just sexy footwear . . is such a rarity these days.

So I ask, for the sake of all that is sacred and Holy. . . leave the Flip Flops in the beach bag where they belong.

I beseech you!

Heelfully Yours
Gillian