Emily Allgair, Editor

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of going to the greatest city in the world: the one and only, New York City. I had good food, saw my first concert at Madison Square Garden, and got to hang out with great people while visiting, but something overtook my memories of the trip. Instead of remembering all of the crazy sparkly, feathery outfits, I now have the forever-mental image of way too many strangers’ toes. 

Yes, you read that correctly, strangers’ toes. Something that A.) I should never see as often as I had, and B.) I should have never seen in New York City. Like, Times Square, New York City. As beautiful and exciting as that city is, it’s also absolutely disgusting. And an unreasonable amount of people felt comfortable enough to have their dawgs out, barking up and down 8th Avenue. 

The amount of flip flops, Birkenstocks, and (probably fake) Gucci slides that I witnessed was absolutely abhorrent. And something else worth mentioning is that their fancy New York outfits probably would have stylistically looked better with some Pumas or even, dare I say, white Vans. 

Maybe I’m just not used to going to New York City while it’s still hot outside, although it was only in the mid-70’s, but having your dawgs out in any context is a bold choice, let alone in one of the busiest, grimiest cities in the world. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that you should really think through your footwear, and please, for the love of all things, make sure your dawgs are covered if you ever find yourself in New York City. Not just for your own safety and dignity, but also for my personal sanity.