I feel a certain way about wearing flip-flops. How would I describe that feeling ... fear and loathing, maybe? Abhorrence? Don't me wrong -- I love my bronze Havaianas. I don't judge anyone else who wears them out in public (unless we're at a formal event). And I completely understand how convenient and comfortable they are for a lot of you. Sort of. But I can't bring myself to wear them any place other than the beach or pool or shower of indefinite cleanliness. Why, you ask? Well, I could point you to this article entitled "Your Flip-Flops Are Grossing Me Out." Or I could show you in pictures.