First it was the girl in the yogurt shop (who wore skinny jeans and a floral tank top with them), then the guy walking up Park Avenue who paired them with a lavender Lacoste polo, and then the woman who only exposed the tip of her fingered eyesores because they were being worn under an adorable maxi dress (what a complete waste of a perfectly lovely dress. That woman needs counseling, STAT). The last straw came when I was on the stair climber (yes, the stair climber, I'm old school). I couldn't take my eyes off the sprinting man in front of me, not because his contracting muscles were blinding me, but because his neon orange toe shoes were creating what looked like a blurry, floating orb. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, it's bad enough that these actually went through the entire design process and into production, but now they are personally haunting me.
If there are any filthy rich individuals out there who want to donate to my "shut down the five fingered shoe company" fund, please respond immediately (my sanity is on the line here.)
The celebrities who are putting their careers (and sex life) on the line..
