Shoes. They’re just a way of getting from A to B, right? As long as they’re comfortable, that’s the only thing that matters.
At least, that’s what I used to think. In my lifetime I’ve had every bad shoe you can think of, including (but not limited to) cheap square-toed black and brown shoes, pointy clown looking shoes, slip-on moccasins. Hell, I even had Velcro shoes, like some escapee from the asylum. And, to be honest, I didn’t much care. They served their purpose of keeping the elements off my feet, and kept me warm.