What a croc

I have tried to like them.

I have tried to get on the bandwagon.

I have tried to be cool (but that's another blog post entirely, now isn't it?)

But no matter how I crane my neck, or try to buck up and sound hip, I just cannot like those Croc shoes. They look oh-so-convenient, I'll give 'em that. But they make me want to put my hair in one ponytail on the side, find some jelly bracelets, and smack some gum. They look so juvenile. You are out in public, people. You aren't gardening. To me, those are gardening shoes. Or shoes little girls wear to play dress up. Look! Bright Pink Plastic Shoes, mama! Ok,ok, I know they come in normal colors, too. It's the plastic part I can't bet past. Rubber. Plastic. Whatever. Tupperwear doesn't make clothes for a reason.

I feel like I now know how Clinton feels on What Not to Wear when they catch women in public in pajama pants. *ahem*nocomment*ahem*

Now, I have friends who swear by these shoes...and how comfortable they are. I can't quite believe that, because I think my feet would slide around in all that sweat from having RUBBERIZED PLASTIC ENCASING THEM.

I guess you could wear socks with them. Ewww... Maybe not.

To all you croc wearers out there, god bless ya. It's just one bandwagon on which I will not be hopping.