Flipflops -- yuck. But lately I've been slowly developing this foot appreciation thing, may be drifting toward foot fetish. Started when I met my hubby, who has gorgeous, sexy feet and as a native Californian thinks nothing of running around in nice sandals.
The flipflop thing seems to really be about some reverse-snob idea of "Yeah, I spent $120 on this haircut and it's all the more obvious because you're staring at my $1.99 footwear and trying to figure it out." Sorry; unimpressed.
I have more respect for my body, thus my attire. Actually, I spend on footwear like Carrie Bradshaw, but that's a completely different thread. After years of closed-toe footwear, the attached photos are what I'm sporting this summer.
My pet peeve (since I fly every week): jerks who take off their shoes and stick their bare feet in the air against the bulkhead. Actually, even people in shoes who do that. Feet on floor, please.