Most of my body's capacity for low-grade chronic pain is located south of the ankles, and as a result, much of my life is spent in the quest for a decent pair of shoes. I live in hope. My sons find the effect mildly hilarious. The Mr. Toad of footwear. I have noticed, as you may have, that in recent years the designs of men's and women's shoes have grown both comic and hideous.
Shoes proclaim the foot.
Terribly ugly statements are being made. Some of the proclamations verge on the psychotic. With my younger son humoring me because it was Father's Day, I ventured into a store that sells running shoes. I considered the blue to be pretty unorthodox. So it was in white Keds as a boy that I played tennis, yachted and stole hubcaps.