No, we're not talking about John Kerry's presidential election strategy... but something nearly as strange...
It's been hitting 100 degrees in New York the past week. Hot Hot Hot. And the miles of concrete and lack of shade, save from miles of concrete that extend upwards as well, only exacerbate the heat. How does one survive?
Flip Flops.
The more I walked around, the more I began to notice the red, purple, and orange toes roaming around Manhattan. It makes sense that having two wardrobes to cope with the weather would include having several sets of shoes as well. Girls with jeweled flip flops, boys with rugged ones. Black, tan, heeled, strappy, studded, bright, thick, paper-thin. Limitless options for the summertime. Flip Flops are a reflection of oneself here as much as purses and man-bags are. But seriously this city is filthy! Between the dogs urinating on the sidewalk, the rush of contaminated water running towards the sewars, and all the other shoes that have no problem walking on your feet... why flip flops? Why expose yourself to the worst elements of city life?
...and then I walked twenty blocks "for fun"... in heels.
Flip Flops it is.
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