Where would we be without the random writings of one of the wittiest fellas from Felixstowe. Here’s the lovely random ramblings from local lad, Dean Wales…
Despite being a man (although I have on the odd occasion had that disputed!) I can’t quite understand why some of us hunter gatherers manage to get everything to do with our feet so very wrong.
Up until the introduction of the trendy, designer-branded flip-flop, men have traditionally felt painfully self-conscious about baring their plates of meat.
We’ve all witnessed it, haven’t we? The geezer on the beach on a balmy summer’s afternoon, who drops his jeans to reveal gaudy shorts, who then goes on to whip off his slogan-emblazoned t-shirt, only to kick off his trainers and lay there with his socks on. Why?
So, you’d think it would be a welcome sight to see more guys wearing flip-flops, liberating the flesh below their ankles and letting the air flow around their little pinkies.
Oh good grief, no!
In fear of becoming labelled as a gawping freak with a foot fetish, I’ve become obsessed with how badly men do the ‘foot thing’; they (excluding myself and a smidgen of other image-conscious gentlemen) just don’t get it. It was the sights I had to endure one lunch time in town that compelled me to return to my desk and type up this up.
I can quite frankly say that I can stomach no more. Sock elastic marks around the ankles – no! Black sock fluff in between the toes – euuughh! Long toenails – oh please!…Fungus infections – enough already! And (please note I can scarcely write this without retching) grubby, I mean really yucky, feet.
They may be cooped up all day in sweaty socks and hot shoes, but gentlemen, if you’re going to bare your feet in public, please consider the more sensitive among us, otherwise I’m just going to have to insist on the socks and sandals look again.
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