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White Trash

Posted on 2009.03.27 at 10:50
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White Trash I

When I first ran across Crocs brand shoes, I was sure I was seeing the rise (and eventual fall) of another fad of cheap nasty shoes, and was shocked one summer several years ago at the sheer number of people I saw wearing these shoes at the Saint Louis Zoo. IN PUBLIC! I was embarrassed for them.

Fast forward a couple of years and I notice drax0r unabashedly wearing his to work everyday. Do you understand what I saw? Not simply wearing them to work, but doing so unabashedly! It was unthinkable.

Finally, I was talked into trying on a pair. I found them spongy and awkward. I didn't want to spend money on spongy and awkward shoes. Then my wife got a dog. Unlike a cat, dogs require daily walks. I'm required to leave my house daily *after* I arrive, and I rarely wear shoes once I'm home. This dog thing is bothersome in that it requires me putting shoes on again. I'm unaccustomed to putting shoes on more than once a day. I did go barefoot once, but the texture of the street tore my feet up something fierce. So I decided on the absolute cheapest shoes I could think of: Crocs.

drax0r and I drove to the Outlet Mall where they keep a store, and I was surprised at how many different varieties of these shoes they now have. A Crocs for every occasion. And in every color of the rainbow to boot. Except in my style/size. (I was going to initially get some bright yellow ones to compete with these $100 Ferrari shoes at exactly one-tenth the cost but had to settle for white (it was either that or powder blue). Frankly, I'm impressed. These are from their 'work' series, which lends validation to what drax0r assumed all along.

The whole intercourse with your sister thing - I've always understood the analogy from a platonic point of view - its mindblowingly fantastic sex, but its wrong, because she's your sister; but never before have I *actually* felt the weight of shame that intense. Until this moment. Because I love them. And its really not in the not having sex with your sister part - you'd keep doing it as long as you could. Its absolutely in the getting caught part. I wore them to work today, but I hope no one notices.

White Trash II

If I'm sitting at an intersection waiting for you so I can turn left, and you turn right into the same street I'm on without indicating, you need to learn some fucking manners. I don't believe in karma, but I might if I thought it would cause you frustration later on for being so lackadaisical in your attitude.

If you're in the left hand lane, get the fuck out. You're going to kill someone. You are the most dangerous driver on the road today. Someday, you're going to cry hot tears of loss and not know why. I'm here to tell you - its because you're selfish. I'm going to start rooting for karma.

White Trash III

I had to submit a request via an online form. The first question was "Service Request Details" in which I filled out a very detailed list of what I needed done. The second question was "Expected outcome of service delivered" which I read as, What is it you expect us to do with your request? I was livid! I hotly typed in, I EXPECT YOU TO FULFILL MY REQUEST!

Then I sat on it for 8-hours mulling it over in my head before submitting it. Upon re-reading it, I decided they were curious as to what the change would help me accomplish, and changed my reply accordingly. I'm glad I'm sometimes smarter than I am impulsive.


thesweetestnote at 2009-03-27 17:04 (UTC) (Link)
heheh... those are some pretty fugly shoes Sir! :D However, comfort over fashion. And as me mum always said (as I walked away to school in fugly brown corduroys and red shirt with the little alligator on it) - "school is not a fashion show" Those Crocs remind me of nurse shoes?

If you're in the left hand lane, get the fuck out. You're going to kill someone.

I'm going to start rooting for karma.

White Trash III

It's sometimes good to Pause. Something I rarely do. It will be my demise.
ehowton at 2009-03-27 17:39 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, a nurse. That exactly. I feel like I'm cylon projecting when I walk down the hall, and I'm in a hospital.
dawaioser at 2009-03-27 17:27 (UTC) (Link)
I have been pissing a lot of people off lately but -- I guess it's my turn in line? I STILL think that those shoes are ugly. I don't care if the world tilted off its axis when you bought/wore a pair. ';)
ehowton at 2009-03-27 17:41 (UTC) (Link)
They are ugly. And I feel just terrible, I do. That's not going to stop me from wearing them, however. I feel sick.
Melancthe the Woe, So-Called
melancthe at 2009-03-27 17:47 (UTC) (Link)
So I read your post and then saw this right above it on my Friends page:

The coincidence made me LOL.
ehowton at 2009-03-27 17:54 (UTC) (Link)
*hangs head*
sacredyuja at 2009-03-27 19:17 (UTC) (Link)


j/k :)

Buy some NIKE :P
ehowton at 2009-03-27 19:24 (UTC) (Link)

I have three pair of Ralph Lauren, a pair of Justin Ropers, two Merrell's, and a pair of New Balance. I do need to replace those New Balance, and after your post yesterday...
hiro_antagonist at 2009-03-27 21:25 (UTC) (Link)
Crocs? Say it ain't so bro!
ehowton at 2009-03-27 21:39 (UTC) (Link)
Me, an admitted shoe whore, wearing Crocs.

Sad but true.
joey_glover at 2009-03-27 22:41 (UTC) (Link)
BDU boots are still king in my book
ehowton at 2009-03-27 22:52 (UTC) (Link)
Aye. I retired mine many years ago. I must admit, if I still wore the trousers and could blouse them, I'd still wear them; but it takes a special kind of person to wear them with blue jeans.
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2009-03-27 23:31 (UTC) (Link)
ehowton at 2009-03-27 23:33 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you for your input.
CeltManX, Devlin O' Coileáin
celtmanx at 2009-03-28 00:58 (UTC) (Link)
irulan_amy at 2009-03-28 16:31 (UTC) (Link)
You own Crocs. I am surprised and saddened.

But then again, I own Keens. Not attractive shoes by an defintion, but damn comfy. ;)
ehowton at 2009-04-02 12:10 (UTC) (Link)
I've decided to practice my own brand of civil disobedience. Or shall we call it, "corporate disobedience?" On Friday's my co-workers wear Hawaiian shirts. I do not. I have vowed to only wear the Crocs on Friday's.

And I'm sorry to have saddened you, but I assure you, no one was more surprised than I.
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