A Proud Legacy
January 12, 2010
Yesterday’s Salad has a legacy to be proud of, if not quite a proud legacy. Of course, when you’ve been around as long as we have, as intermittently as we have, that legacy comes to include scads of half-written, never published posts. This is especially true when there’s a timeliness, an urgency we let drop. So, a new occasional feature: the best never completed posts. This one comes from our friend designedlateral. The setting: immediately after Bush got attacked with a shoe, a few months after the anti-shoe New York Magazine article. Also after Jews and Shoes, but that’s more a topic for this blog.
In Defense of Shoes
Following the most recent stationary shoeing of 43, footware have climbed a few notches on the magnitudes of awesomeness scale and currently sit just below gold bond medicated powder on sweaty sac, ladies you know what I’m talking about. Vertical mobility on the scale comes with a price, however, and I’m left to fear for the future of my soles. The damage caused to an entire era of american politiks by a pair of wingtips has white men everywhere terrified. And do you know what happens when white men get scared? Things disappear; things that you really like, things that you love, things that you always took for granted. Look around you, do you ever see sporks anymore? That’s what I thought.
Now I know what you’re thinking right now, fuck shoes, but hear me out.
I have a couple arguments I want to add, but chew on this for the moment.