If the plastic shoe fits
April 22nd, 2008, 9:44 pm Teen Hobbies
Its a good sign for me when this is my biggest gripe on a Monday morning but, really, does anyone else think this is a good idea? Fashion is not my singular concern, but I know what I like and I know what looks ridiculous %26mdash; and that is a jandal that masquerades as a shoe. People will tell you they are comfortable, but then again so are pyjamas and you dont wear them to work.
Unfortunately, for the billions of New Zealanders who are openly offended by the wearing of these plastic perversions, many of the people who wear them are the sort of people who are otherwise worthy individuals.
Emergency room nurses, the deputy editor of The Southland Times %26mdash; Ive even seen the media liaison for the Southern Steel netball team wearing a particularly galling pair of the pink variety.
Now we have to face up to the prospect of our very best athletes parading about in them at the Olympics.
I sometimes feel most sad when I see children in these heels from hell. They are so innocent, they know not what they do.
When you break life down, its pretty simple. If you need to wear a shoe, wear a shoe. If you need to wear a jandal, then by all means slip on a thong.
Whats so difficult about that? But somewhere, possibly around the time they banned rucking and home baking fell out of fashion, our society lost something.
Now we have the blasphemous notion that running pictures of courageous hunters across our front page is a bad thing, that now women are running the show we are so much better off, and that wearing plastic shoes at the greatest sporting festival in the world is acceptable.
Perhaps this is the tipping point.
Maybe some time soon a group will rally and denounce these changes for what they are, like they did against those overly aggressive, smelly hippies in 81. Otherwise one day soon we could see the unthinkable.
I wake in a cold sweat in the me-shaped hole in my couch, watching the television in horror.
A widescreen shot of Colin Meads scaling a ridge on the family farm with a strainer post over one shoulder and a leg of mutton under the other. The camera pans down his still-muscly thighs, past the top of rough woollen socks to reveal %26mdash; a plastic shoe.
For shame.
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