Flippin' Out on Flip Flops
I was reminded this morning by a story on GMA of the country's current fascination with that ultimate beach accessory, the flip flop. The story was not about the appropriateness of when and where to wear such footwear, a subject that someone must address soon, particularly after last month's fashion faux pas when the Women's Lacrosse Team from Northwestern visited the White House and an astonishing number of them trekked through the Rose Garden and had their picture taken with the president while wearing flip flops. The incident caused a bit of a scandal back home in the sensible mid-west where apparently they still understand that flip flops are not appropriate for every situation. I wish the same were true here in fashion-forward New York City.
Don't get me wrong. Personally, I love flip flops--always have. But not the kind with that thing between your toes. That drives me nuts. I wear that sports kind that were popular 5 years ago from Nike or whoever. The sole actually has some support and there is a band of vented plastic or rubber that exposes your toes, but covers most of the front of your foot. Despite my love of flip flops I have always understood when and where it is appropriate to wear them. Let's start with the beach--flip flops are always a safe bet there. A pool, a lake, maybe a taking the dog for a quick walk, around the corner to pick up coffee or a newspaper, and of course the shower at the gym. That's about it for me.
They should not be worn for long walks through the grimy streets of New York or for any lengthy walk at all. They should not be worn on the subway. They should not be worn on escalators. They should not be worn to a wedding unless the couple is being married on the beach. They should not be worn to the theatre, opera, symphony, ballet or church. And they should certainly not be worn with business attire. Ladies, nothing says "I just drove in from my trailer in eastern PA." like a pair of feet, filthy from the ankle down, in flip flops while wearing a business suit. And that steady accompanying beat of rubber slapping against your heels as you schlep your way through the city streets completely defeats the affect of a "power suit."
The story on tv this morning was about the dangerous affects flip flops can have on your feet. I am constantly reminded of this by my sister, a sports medicine physician, who chastises her patients regularly for showing up for their appointments in flip flops. The story was riddled with warnings from doctors and the sob stories from stupid women who had broken ankles or toes from slipping on cottage cheese or banana peels all while wearing flip flops. Apparently flip flops offer no support and the open exposure of the foot can leave one vulnerable to injury. What a shocker. This is news.
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