Lucky for me, many of you have fantastic taste.
Fast forward two years (and a few radio interviews and news articles about my Crocs hatred) and apparently Crocs are making their presence known, well other that through gigantic clod-hopping rubber shoes - former President approved y'all!, at various BlogHer parties. In fact, they're throwing their own pre-Blogher party.
Perhaps this is a backlash to what the Washington Post recently discussed as a possible "Crocs extinction."
"Ain't nothing gonna bring us down," they cry.
That's partially true. They do float.
Now look. I realize that in over the last few years, Crocs are no longer the bright orange clogs that resist bacteria, keep you from falling off your boat, and get kid's feet caught in escalators.
They're flip-flops, Mary janes, even Ballet flats.
And I'm guessing they're a sure fire way to win a consultation with Tim Gunn.
Yes even your Malindi Leopard print ones.
My eyes! My eyes!
But at least they were what they were. Ugly ass shoes that people still tried to excuse as "super comfortable."
Now however, Crocs are hiding in the guise of stylish shoes.
But regardless of how many straps, buckles, and wedges you put on Crocs, they're still no Jimmy Choo.
And Jimmy Crocs just doesn't have the same ring.