With the warmer weather becoming more and more apparent in our corner of the globe, Vincenzo has been urging me out of the dark, cavernous recesses of the manor. Summer is upon us at last, and he can no longer do it alone. The menace is back, with a vengeance.
Just when we had begun to hope that the ravages of cold and time would put to rest this ungodly fad, they get corporate sponsorship. I was absolutely horrified today, upon visiting the local Shoppe-Mall to pick up some food for the horses, to find Crocs with Mickey-Mouse stamped holes in them. You, too, can have a conglomerate icon sunburnt onto your feet. The horror!
Not only that, but I saw them in nearly every store. I saw imitations in stores catered to children too young to fight back. I saw knock-offs in shoe stores, racks upon racks towering over unsuspecting customers. Like cockroaches crawling out from beneath the ruin of the apocalypse, Crocs are back, and the slaughter of acceptable footwear must be stemmed.
It's time to step up and fight. Summer is here.
When Disney puts it's already wealthy hands into the pot, you know its gone to far. I needed summer footwear, and passed by the trend and god awful looking shoes for a good old pair of flip flops.
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