I have a fervid hatred of flip flops. Ok, I may have stolen those exact words from my friend Anna, but I am in complete agreement. My strong distaste for them likely stems from the actual flop sound they make as you walk. That and seeing men sport them in the city, which to me is cringeworthy. Seems my coworkers agree on this – when the subject was brought up, a collective “ugh!!” marked the shared repulsion (though it should be said we are not opposed to man sandals – mandals – of every kind, just this particular variation).
On the contrary, my fondness for the plastic pool slide is re-championed each year when Adidas tells us that they are cool for all, once again. I also can’t help but think favorably of the remarkably handsome water-polo players back in high school whose uniform rightly included a slip on sandal and not much else…sorry, where were we?