Put a Croc in it!

Right now I must vent. I have a bone to pick with Chilean women (and some men, for that matter). After moving to Providencia, which is primarily a middle-upper class neighborhood, I noticed right off that I was getting stink eye whenever I wore my red maryjane Crocs- even to the market. At first, I thought it was just paranoia baggage from so many people poking fun of them in the past, but realized that it was in fact the shoes getting me the disapproving once-overs. I really don’t care whether people like my shoes- I dealt with Lili constantly insisting I kill them- I just find it ironic that in such a fashionably backward city, people are so critical of one plain ol’ pair of Crocs. Seriously! Perhaps I failed to mention it, but the mullet has made a forceful comeback here, as well as the “raton” (as in New Kids on the Block rat tail) and women accessorize with camel toes =(. I’m no fashionista, but clothes I see in department stores and donned by women here look a helluva lot like the Mervyn’s Sunday ads from 1998. Some I might go so far as to compare to K-mart ads, so I don’t know what the issue with cheap clothes is. Granted, they are plastic, but they really are so practical and comfortable, and have more weight and durability than flip-flops, so it’s not like I’m running around barefoot. Unless I have a crush on the produce guy, I feel no urge to do myself up for basic errands especially if I’m in a hurry. For some reason they aren’t acceptable for public display but I say Croc that! I’ll continue to wear them, with a big proud crocky smile.