Good evening, RogueRanters.
I logged into my flickr account this afternoon- a rare moment of lucidity for me- only to discover a group dedicated to Dr. Scholls and clogs wanted to use my “Hogs” photo for a flickr group. Bahbahbah. I said yes, of course. The internet never fails to surprise me. It connects the few people that love hogs, heels, and clogs- or maybe it’s cheese-covered almonds. Whatever your seemingly weird fetish or obsession or hobby, you can always find someone on the internet who shares it with you.
Maybe “the people” are right? (The people meaning people who say the following:) With the Internet, it’s entirely possible that while people can be alone, they never have to be lonely again. Hmmmmm. Chew on that!
For now, a link to those oh-so-cute white Chanel clogs Ms. Garance Dore posted today, and the stark admission that I’ve long been a closeted clogs whore; I have always just been a little too embarrassed to wear them out of the house. My little sister and my stepmother wear them as well. When I left LA again in September, I threw out my last surviving pair- knit black with a light faux-wood heel- and thought to myself, “What a shame that I’ll never wear these puppies again.”
Say it ain’t so! I was wrong.
Not the first time that has happened 
