Here's something else I'll never understand (consider this a companion piece to the sad-ass pink camo shoes from yesterday).
Women who bring their fellas shoe-shopping with them.
These are the most miserable-looking sad sacks you'll ever encounter.
They don't care if you choose the peachy plaid Sperry Top-Siders or the white ones.
They don't care how high the heel is.
I'm pretty sure they don't enjoy holding your purse either.
Who does this???
WHY???
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