It feels like Christmas. Not because of the incessant rain or the damningly cold days, but because something very special has happened. The globally baited breaths of millions c
an now be released together in a communal sigh of exaltation. Crocs are OUT! Finally.
The company has reported a loss of $185m and as a result will be cutting 2,000 jobs. Sympathies lie, of course, with those who suffer the effects of their extinction, but the news arrives with such joy to so many. I, myself, am ecstatic to no longer be met with the clog-copying footwear that has become synonymous with venom, anger, hate etc. Strong words you might think. But it is less the shape, however disgusting, that is the primary reason for the eye-sore, it is the colours. The glaring shades of rainbow are atrocities on the feet of middle class mothers ‘popping to the shop’ for a loaf. I don’t care how much your husband earns or his corporate ranking, if you have enough money to buy leather soles there is absolutely no excuse to be wasting his hard earned cash on plastic ones.
Rant over; the anger slowly disappears. Let’s remember that this is a day to celebrate crocs, not what they stood for, but for their unexpected and highly anticipated departure.
I might trade me Adidas in for some crocs…