Here we go again, more anti-flip-flop propaganda from those elitist east coast bastards at the Washington Post (specifically, Robin Givhan):
The summer months bring steamy afternoons, lazy weekends and the urge to go thwackety-thwack, thwackety-thwack into the salt mines.
The flip-flops already are out in force. Their cheap rubber soles melt against the hot concrete and get all squishy, dirty and distorted. Last summer, members of Northwestern University’s women’s lacrosse team wore flip-flops to the White House and much ado was made about whether that was appropriate or a sign of a generational divide.
But the age of the feet doesn’t matter. And there’s no debating this. Flip-flops should be paired with surf shorts and swimsuits; they should be found on beaches and in public showers. Exceptions can be made for walking the dog, watering the lawn, taking out the trash and ensuring that a fresh pedicure makes it from salon to home without getting smudged.
Flip-flops are sloppy, cheap and generally unattractive. And that is part of their charm. (Ah, the pleasures of a slovenly weekend at the shore: $10 flip-flops, charred steak on the grill, icy Rolling Rock.) They represent the blissful informality of summer, the most grudging, reluctant response to the admonishment, “No shoes, no service.”
Do not make flip-flops into something they are not.
Awww a New Yorker doesn’t like my choice of footwear. I’m hurt…really hurt.
Personally, I fail to see much difference between flip-flops and those ultra-high priced strappy sandals (well, except for price and comfort, both of which favor flip-flops) that I’m sure fashonista-New Yorker Robin Givhan fawns over, but that’s just me. I’m sorry, Robin, that you had to grow up in a city like Detroit. Maybe if you were born in the Great State of California, you would have worn flip-flops to school everday (and yes, even in the winter!) and thus would have a different appreciation for this wonderful footwear, that, I’m convinced, was created by God himself (wait, didn’t Jesus wear flip-flops?!). Perhaps the next time you are traveling abroad, you’ll see fit to lecture the citizens of developing countries for their poor choice in footwear? I’m sure they’d love to hear that their shoes are only suitable “ensuring that a fresh pedicure makes it from salon to home without getting smudged.” I’ve worn my flip-flops to the Kremlin, Buckingham Palace, Vatican, the pyramids, and yes, even my college graduation, and will continue to wear them on the streets of Washington, D.C. during these fine summer months.
Keep on writing your anti-flip flops screeds, Robin…you’ll never convince this Californian to give up her flip-flops.