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Well, it finally happened. I never would have thought Id do it. And I did. I bought, a pair of Toms. I know. I know. I want to hate them too. Stupid comfortable cloth shoes. Fifty-four dollars! These are the most expensive shoes Ive bought in almost six years! But I couldnt help myself. They are Herringbone. They have turquoise soles.

I was against having these shoes as soon as I saw how they were overrunning the Hipster population. It seemed like every time I looked down while in line to get my Vegan sandwich at the Whole Foods deli, the man or woman in front of me had them on their feet. People starting talking openly about their Toms while I read Kerouacs On the Road down at the coffee shop. I would be in the middle of a juicy sentence and all I could hear from the table next to me was the guy in his Ray Bans and black binnie saying, Aw Man theyre sooo comfortable. And! Its for a good cause!

I do not want to be immediately associated with these douche-bags simply by what is on my feet! People are judgmental! People will see my Toms and next they will be asking me what color Prius I drive. But, I still got a pair, and it is for a good cause! My foot comfort.

I have notoriously difficult feet for shoes. All my life Ive battled with shoes, Keds, Cowboy boots, Adidas shell tops, Birkenstocks, Dr. Martins, Steve Maddens, Black pumps, Uggs, ballet flats and even Locals flip-flops. Each one them being the popular shoe of the time or season. Most all of them with their leather construction materials make my feet stink. All of them hurt. Many of them cause blisters and calluses. The most comfortable of them all have been the flip-flops. They have been my life savers. I can wear them for weeks and my feet wont stink or hurt too much. But when winter rolls around my feet are freezing and I have to resort to smelly boots or painful mary-janes.

Footwear has been an issue for me. Hipsters have been an issue for me. An now they have been combined into one cause-worthy internal struggle I faced while staring down a pair of Toms in the beauty section at Whole Foods. The are cute. And they do look comfortable. I dont want to be a Hipster. I dont want a pair of shoes on my feet because I want people to think I care about barefooted babies in Africa. Those kids havent had shoes in millennia, why would they need them now? I want my pair of Toms because its starting to get cold, and my flip-flops will not suffice come December.

I take a pair off the rack and hold them in my hand. Theyre just canvas but the fabric is attractive. I carry the pair to the paper goods isle, so no one will see my foot slide in with ease. The arch support is impeccable. Why do they have to be so comfortable? I ask myself. I notice there is no price on the tag. I know they are not cheap. My cut off for shoes is usually thirty bucks. I know that if I ask, and its more then thirty, I wont by them. So I just put them in my basket with my veggie brats and organic quinoa. It all gets rung up quickly and luckily no one gives me a Humanitarian handshake for buying these shoes. I went outside and as soon as I rounded the corner I took them out of the box and put them on my feet. The walk home felt like walking in cushy clouds.

As much as it kills me, my new Toms are without a doubt the most comfortable closed-toed shoes I have ever worn. And wearing these shoes goes against everything I stand for. Im not trying to be cool! I dont want to fit in or do the right thing! I dont want people to look at my feet and assume that Im a kind, giving person, because Im not! Im greedy and self-centered! I eat organic because I dont want cancer. Im a vegetarian because meat in our country is gross. I walk because I want my ass to be firmer! But when you put that all together with a pair of Toms on top, I am what I always loathed. The Toms were the final step and now, Im just another Fucking Hipster.