My Love/Hate Relationship with Uggs
I know Uggs have a very bad rep.
In many ways, I couldnít agree more. After living four years on Long
Island, NY, and encountering all sorts of people, Uggs came to symbolize
the suburban girl who orders very complicated drinks at Starbucks. The
suburban girl who is also very wealthy and rude.
Now, however, it is hard to take
a trip anywhere without coming across ten people sporting this trend:
housewives tugging around toddlers in the grocery store, preteens with Hanna
Montana tees at school, alternative city kids in knit stripped Uggs, and
college preps pairing Uggs with argyles. In short, Uggs have become as
pervasive as McDonaldís. And itís hard to say now just what ďtypeĒ of
person is an Ugg person.
I donít own Uggs. And I used to
say this proudly, as if my boot selection somehow made me superior to
other people. It doesnít. If Iíve learned one thing from my younger
sister, who is a shoe expert employed by DSW, itís this: Uggs are
really, frickiní comfortable.
Fashion has a bad rep, too. Itís
criticized as shallow and girly, as if girly were bad. This reputation
has been encouraged by people who, quite frankly, have no taste. But I
will agree with fashionís critics in one aspect only: that comfort is
more important than trendy.
Uggs are both comfortable and
I may think that some versions
are a bit of an eyesore. I may have misgivings from past traumatic
experiences with Ugg owners. But I canít dismiss Uggs (or Fuggs)
altogether. Perhaps now that Uggs have slipped from the domain of a
select few and are available to us lowly masses they can garner a new
reputation for their comfort and use-value.
I promise not to judge you for
owning and wearing them. In fact, I may have warmed up to Uggs just a
little. Still, I think Iíll stick with my Wellingtons.