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65 degrees. That’s the temperature where I start wearing flip flops. Maybe 60 if it’s sunny and I’m desperate. As a former Californian and lifelong lazy bastard, flip flops are the ideal footwear, in that I can put them on in two seconds with zero effort. Even laceless Converse All-Stars, bless their hearts, involve the exhausting and time-consuming act of bending over.

And yet there are always naysayers. People who give flip flops the misnomer “mandals” (check out the downvotes on Urban Dictionary). Marine Corps Staff NCO’s, who insist on calling them “shower shoes” (these people also tend to iron their jeans). Many Type A personalities. And the most insidious breed: those who like flip flops, but would never wear them in New York City. Longtime KSK commenter TheStarterWife expressed amazement that I would brave these dirty streets in open-toed shoes, and I read an article in GQ or Esquire sometime last year that touted the wonders of low-top Chucks in lieu of flip flops for navigating the Big Apple.

Now, I get it. New York is not a clean place in the summer (or ever). Garbage collection can make the smell less than ideal. The pollution is sometimes palpable. But it’s not like there are streams of liquid refuse running through every gutter in  the five boroughs. This isn’t Bangladesh. I’m not navigating the fishmongers of Chinatown in flip flops, or someplace even grosser, like Staten Island. There is, you know, a definitive layer of rubber or whatnot between my soles and the ground. But if they do happen to get a little more grime on them than my exposed arms or face, so what? THEY’RE JUST FEET. I’m not cooking a five-course meal with them later on. I’m not offering them to you as a greeting in lieu of shaking hands.

So lay off already. I’m comfortable.

This week’s ass-tastic bonus sexy comes from (a) the American Apparel Best Bottom in the World competition…

…and (b) a rare SFW entry from the magnificently NSFW Fuck Yeah Brazilian Girls.

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Enjoy your weekend.