Friday, May 29, 2009
I know that the tide has really sailed on flip-flops. I know that I am on the other side of a deluge. I’m sure that I could spend the next hour coming up with more water metaphors to use, know why? Because flip-flops are for going to the beach.
Yes, you love flip-flops. You love the thwak-thwak- thwak sound as they pad down the road. You love the cheap price, how easy flip-flops are to put on, and their disposable nature. You love to pretend, against all evidence to the contrary, that you live in Hawaii.
It’s just that I feel like we’re losing the best formal elements to our society. Not the part where we all wear pantyhose in July, but the part where once upon a time the idea of going into public with pajamas and flip-flops would have elicited gasps of horror and the deepest shame. I don't despise flip-flop wearers, or wish they would experience a lightening strike, or am incredibly offended to the point of nausea. I simply muse, are we selling ourselves short?
Look, flip-flops aren’t beautiful, they don’t make you look beautiful, they’re not supportive, or protective, they make your legs look stumpy, and your feet are always filthy afterwards. I guess I don’t see the attraction. I know that you’re going to come back with that they’re comfortable. Really? A Snuggie is probably comfortable, too, but sane people don’t wear them in public. I guess I wonder about sacrificing the chance to look lovely and put together for perceived comfort.
Perhaps it’s part of a general over-casualization that I’m uncomfortable with experiencing. I kind of miss the days when you’d call someone Mister or Misses So-and-so until they graciously leaned over and said, “Please, call me Wanda Sue.” Or the part where people didn’t swear in public, women didn’t vote, and we had to hide pregnancies by confining ourselves into dark rooms for months. OK, so I don’t miss everything. I also suck at writing thank you notes, so I can’t be THAT broken up over the over-casualization of society.
But we all have our lines that we will not cross. So let’s just add wanton flip-flop use to my ever elongating list of silly principled stands that I’ve made. For what it’s worth.