In today’s edition: Crocs (no surprises there) and flip-flops.

Two of my top-10 favorite mommy-bloggers of all times raise their voices in discordant electronic unison to complain bitterly about the curse that is cheap, plastic, flimsy, and inappropriate footwear.

First up, the fabulous Alice Bradley of Finslippy fame writes at Wonderland with her usual with and excellence:

Maybe it’s end-of-summer fatigue, but I’ve had it with the sight of kids in Crocs. I was tired long ago of them on adults, but now my disgust has spilled over to the children. [...]

More important than my feelings, however, is safety. Crocs are dangerous. Dangerous! As the experts will tell you, Crocs are meant for boating. Or at least proximity to water, if you’re not a boat owner. And yet parents whose kids like the Crocs have decided that Crocs are okay for any event. They wear them to the playground, to camp, to funerals (probably).

And then, the equally fab Mimi Smartypants has a few choice words for arrogant flip-flop wearers, following a small incident with one of the said wearers:

The only thing between your naked feet and all manner of unspeakably foul effluvia is an inch-thick piece of foam rubber. And the tops of your feet are completely exposed to whatever comes their way. I cannot stress this enough: yuck. [...]

Also, the aforementioned List Of Vile Detritus only includes things visible to the naked eye. I do not even want to think about the microscopic nastiness that so thickly slimes the streets and sidewalks of this great city. The microscopic nastiness that is pretty much swarming around your practically-bare feet, my flip-flop friends. Pshaw, you say! Feet can be washed! True. But feet cannot be burned, or tossed in the dumpster, or sprayed with cleanser and left on the back porch until a unspecified ‘decontamination’ period has passed, the way shoes can.

Go read the whole entries, there is some righteous anger spewing forth against these footwear horrors!