Archive for September 4, 2007
This past weekend, I was blessed to attend the Beach Boy’s concert (Summer Concert Review forthcoming). While using the restroom during the concert, I had the misadventure of sharing a stall wall with a girl singing “Help Me, Rhonda” while going to the bathroom. Throwing up a little in my mouth, I looked down and saw a pair of brown Crocs. The girl on the other side joined in the tune; her Crocs were light blue.
The plague, my friends, is reaching a fever pitch. I never thought the trend would last more than one season. They are, afterall, the most hideous, least flattering thing that can be put on a foot. I firmly believe that my surgical boot after my osteotomy was a sexier piece of footwear.
Feeling strongly against them, but oh so alone at times (like Monday nights in Provo, Utah when I’m the only girl not wearing a waffle-weave top and turquoise foam-resin shoes). Fortunately, my friend, Luke reached out to me today, reminding me that there is always help and support when you seek it out. Today I learned about IHateCrocs.com. It’s such a blessing to learn that In Rare Form isn’t the only blog dedicated toward good works. I firmly believe in their cause and even looked to see if there was a “Donate Here” link. There IS a store, though, and the logo might look nice along with the “Don’t Hassle The Hoff” and the “Stay Golden” tees I intend to order.
America is not the only region infested by these reptiles. In the UK Daily Mail article, “God Save Us From the Croc,” the author refers to to her Aussie relatives as being “victims of the greatest fashion heist in modern history – the curse of the Crocs.” She goes on to say, “No one’s perfect. BUT this isn’t even a fashion mistake. Because Crocs are not, and never were, anything to do with fashion. “
I object to the Croc, except if worn on a boat (alone) or while pulling weeds in the sanctity of one’s own garden, or on a three-year old. Nothing… no outfit, no health problem, no occupation requires you to offend your fellow man in such an overt manner.
As one reader eloquently said on IHateCrocs.com, “They are to your eyes what second-hand smoke is to your lungs.”