Muggs

Ah, the modern man. We are the new breed. Well groomed, sensitive, level headed, masculine. We wake up every morning, empowered and strong, standing resilient in light of the world and it's adversities wearing - wait what...UGG'S?! WTF.

Now spotting someone who has bought into this retarded take on the 'fashion statement' is somewhat of a rarity (It is akin to how often you walk past a tramp who has a glass eye and a wooden leg, with the feelings of pity and disgust being equally similar), but whilst out today, I spotted not one, but TWO offenders. In the same place. Within metres of each other. Don't judge me for thinking the rapture would surely follow short.

Let me tell you my problem with any penis owner (or not, as it seems) making a conscious decision to wear Ugg's. Not only are you parading around in boots that have risen to prominence thanks to the female population, but prolonged use makes your ankles look like you suffer from acute arthritis. I understand that the great thing about fashion is that each individual interpretation is subjective, but when everyone around is looking at you like you have 'I'M A MASSIVE DOUCHE' written in indelible ink across your forehead, surely one would take that as hint of a no no.

In short, let the girls have this one. Just like thongs, short shorts, and make up, some things are better left to the fairer sex. You may state comfort as the method to your madness, but it's not like we live in a society where walking over hot coals is the norm for the daily commute. Do your gender a favour.

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