After spending the past six months bitching and moaning about how much I hate the rebirth of the slide (sandal), I thought it only right to come on here and confess I caved and bought a pair. They’re good. They’re really good. This crow sandwich isn’t half bad either. In the ultimate obscenity I wore them out with a dress to breakfast the other day. There’s something about rocking a hideous shoe in the face of all the naysayers that just screams FREEDOM. Be damned if I wouldn’t pick up a back-up if they weren’t sold out everywhere. So here’s to my 20-something year old self re-emerging in the slide. Those were the days. Who am I kidding? No they weren’t. For that added Mrs. Roper effect, no denim shirt. Whatever. The dream lives on.