Sock ’em Boppers
January 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
This nasty, stained sock is unmistakably from my days of dancing at Carol’s Academy of Dance. Dancing in my socks on the bare floor for hours every week, I don’t know what I expected. What happened to the other, I’ll never know. But honestly, would it wouldn’t matter anyway? They’re rotten.
Clearly, it was genius that thought of that little product. It probably cost a few cents each to produce, making a 98% profit. What kids are getting is a wonderful excuse to beat each other up. Did I have a pair? Nope. I was always too old-school for that. As the youngest of three by eight and ten years, and the only girl, I was often at the mercy of my devoted and at times violent older brothers. I wanted my punches, slaps and clawing to hurt.