There. I said it. I don’t like hightop Chucks, lowtop Chucks and Chuck Norris doesn’t even like Chucks. Chuck Norris just stares at Chucks and they realize they’re not worthy of being anything called a “Chuck” and walk away.
I suppose they have their fans (as I discovered last night on Twitter when I mentioned I wish they’d go the way of the yoyo shoes). Damn, you folks like your Chucks.
One of my best friends, Laura, loves her Chucks. Come to think of it, I haven’t really seen her wear much else. I don’t understand the attraction, but I suppose it’s along the lines of those who love Vans, Toms (seriously? I get the social responsibility angle…but UGH!), Topsiders, UGGS, Jellies and other shoes of days gone by.
So tell me, dear readers – what IS IT about the Chucks that keeps your feet all fat and happy? There – I used the word “fat” again (much to some’s chagrin). Granted, I used to feel the same way about Crocs until I scored a pair of their flip flops. Now, I *heart* my Croc flops. (George G. Smith – do you hear me? While you no longer care due to professional obligation, I’m a convert.)
Lay it on me – I can take it. Tell me what it is about your favorite footwear. I want to know.