We see lots of young co-eds sporting them these days. As for us, they bring back unpleasant memories of blisters and chafing in the jungles of northern Peten, Guatemala. Maybe we are just out of touch-- we are, after all, twice as old as some of them now.
(Gulp.)
Or, in an interrelated possibility, maybe we are at the point where we actually look at women's feet. We never used to make it that far down.
(Editor's note-- like everything else, this appears to be more about... us)
