Ugg-ly

 Not him but equally horrifying

This morning, I was waiting for my train next to a very handsome guy, sort of an Andy Garcia circa When a Man Loves a Woman. Black wool coat, gray knit scarf, leather messenger bag, and then—ack, Uggs! The horror... I can usually be persuaded to accept most trends. I've embraced the Hunter boots (especially now that there's nine feet of snow melting into disgusting sludge puddles that look deceptively like asphalt). I tried bangs. I even own leggings. However I staunchly refuse to accept these Sherpa slippers as outdoor appropriate shoes. Please, someone tell me how these keep your feet dry. And why oh why would anyone want to wear any shoe that encourages cankles? And now that men are buying into this ridiculousness, I'm even more appalled. I applaud the Converse all-star if you need a comfy commuter shoe, but any man that wears these should be subjected to very harsh public mocking.