Thursday, January 23, 2003 Traitors get (bitten by ali)gators!
So, my shoes are falling apart, and have been for years. They were a pair of fairly shitty little derby boots to begin with, and despite all the hype on the site I bought them from, the soylent green or whatever other leather alternative they are made of falls apart after a moderate amount of scuffing and gouging. I melted a good portion of the soles when I worked as a dishwasher a few summers ago, and retired them to the back of my closet up until the end of the summer.
That's when I met my fashion consultant, who accused me of dressing like a poor girl who tried to by the nicest clothes she could at Bradlees. It hit close to home, since I spent most of middle school doing exactly that. I said, "Fine, you're in charge of fashion," and gave up the struggle of trying to throw an outfit together. He fished my shitty old boots from the back of the closet, and made a strong case for wearing the,m instead of my tasteless nightstalkerish black running shoes.
Now the sole is falling off the right one, and despite repeated transfusions of shoe goo to stick it back on, I think pretty soon I'm going to have to take it ut behind the barn and shoot it.
So, my plan was to get new ones exactly like the old ones. The only problem is, nobody carries them anymore. Lots of sites carry substantially uglier versions, and lots carry very expensive versions. The one site that seems to have the exact model is British, and I haven't brushed up on currency equivalencies lately, but they seem to be "bloody" expensive!
Bear in mind, these were shitty little boots to begin with. I got them because they were non-leather, but supposedly made out of durable, breathable bean curd, so that I wouldnn't get a reeking case of foot rot if I wore them for more than an hour. Also, there was a short novel on the website about how great and humane the boot factory was--unlike the child-mangling sweatshops of the third world, where a Payless version of the same thing would undoubtedly come from.
Now I'm in a fucking tizzy because I'm back at the same old problem that always comes up. I can dress like a hippy or a homebum, but be cruelty-free and save some cash. I can dress stylishly and murder cows and maim little ethnic kids. I can dress stylishly and not support barbarism, but I'll have to rob a bank first, because I'm fucking poor.
Grump.
posted by Frenz | 1/23/2003 10:31:00 AM
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