I came upon this Newsweek article online today and thought it was hilarious. Though I personally don't own any of the clog style croc because I think they are absolutely hideous (I do own a pair of flip-flops and a pair of suede Mary-Janes which make my feet sound like they're farting when they get even slightly sweaty!) my children own multiple pairs. They love them. I can barely get them to wear anything else. More than once they have been spotted wearing their Crocs to church. I don't like letting them, but it's better than the argument we'd have if I made them wear their dress shoes. I have always thought they'd get stinky, but they haven't, which is nothing short of a miracle for 4 year old boy's shoes! If you want to read the article in it's whole click here. But be forewarned, if you are a Croc-a-holic (like my mother) you may be slightly offended, but you will be amused as well!
I like to play a game with my son, Joseph. We sit on a bench in touristy Old
Town, Alexandria, Va., and we're not allowed to get up until we see a dozen
pairs of Crocs. It usually doesn't take long. But the other day we were stuck at
eight after a few minutes, and I was getting a little concerned. Just then my
boy leaned over and said, "Don't worry, Dad. A family of dorks will come along
any minute." To paraphrase Hank Hill, if he wasn't my son, I would have hugged
him right then, I was so proud.
I know what you're thinking: what kind of
sick father lets his impressionable young son call people dorks because of the
shoes they wear? Well, who else will teach him that wearing sweaty bright purple
clown shoes in public is not OK? He certainly won't learn that lesson at school.
Teachers seem to be some of the biggest abusers of this horrid fad.
I know
what else you're thinking: "I like Crocs … they're so comfortable. I'll tell you
who the dork is … the guy writing this story, that's who! And who died and made
him the fashion authority anyway?"
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