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My Uggs: No I didn't win them (dammit) Posted: 05 Feb 2010 04:06 PM PST You may have noticed an Ugg boot promo (non-paid) on my blog recently. I was hoping to win a pair of Uggs to give them as a Christmas gift to my niece. Believe me I was not an Ugg fan -- far from it. At the university where I work, it pained me to watch perfectly attractive young women parade past the reference desk in those shapeless clubfeet. What is up? This generation watched Sex in the City in their formative years. They should be wearing Manolo Blahniks, but they're clad in Uggs -- the footwear equivalent of a moo-moo. Forget shape, forget style, just sew around the edges. The Aha! moment When I was home over Christmas, my niece got Uggs (from someone else, not me). She compelled me to try them on. What can I say? The holidays had softened my resolve. I put my feet in her chestnut suede Uggs. As a connoisseur of comfortable shoes, I'm not easily impressed -- I've known the pleasure of the Ariat footbed, the Naot cork soles, and Dansko clog. Yet as I eased into the cocoon of lambswool I confess my feet soared to a new level of pedal comfort. Am I wearing boots or are my legs resting on pillows? I couldn't tell. Never MIND that they are not waterproof. Never MIND that they have no traction. Never MIND that they pick up dirt and are hard to clean. Ahh, feel the love... Pictured left/above are my feet in their club-footed comfortfest -- my new Pewter Uggs. I ordered them from Ebay from a seller in China (where ironically the Australian Uggs are manufactured). About half -price. My colleagues laugh at me, I look like a circus clown, but I care not. If your feet feel good, you almost always have a good day. Or should I say, G'day!

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