The soft soled flip-flop has never been a favorite of mine. And while many Hill staff choose to wear their flip-flops to the office, I find Havianas and their ilk to be unsuitable for any environ outside of a pool deck or a beach. But my dislike for the flat version is nothing compared to the burning hatred that I feel for the wedge type.
Walking through the airport it seemed like every second woman was clopping around in a wedge sandal. My complaint against the shoe is threefold:
1) The slapping of the shoes against the heels produces a sound akin to hoof beats. It’s like I’m being chased by the four horsemen of the fashion apocalypse.
2) The cheap material wears very poorly and becomes dirty and damaged within days. I always marvel at how an otherwise hygienic person can wear a shoe decorated with a filth imprint of their foot. There is no telling what kind of bacteria live on those soles.
3) Last year, a former co-worker twisted her ankle while walking down the stairs. The culprit? Her wedge sandals. One pricey surgery later, her orthopedic specialist forbid her to ever again wear her once-prized wedge Reefs.
In addition to these practical concerns, they also strike me as clunky and unappealing. And if you’re really looking for the faux pas piece de resistance then try them with a pair of Capris and a Vera Bradley bag. After my weekend trip, this look will forever be known as the Lawrence, Kansas.