Polka dot, that is. Because even wearing such a slaphappy print, let alone doing its namesake dance, demands a nimble spirit. Not so with stripes. They bring to mind, not rollicking reels, but maps crisscrossed with equators and prime meridians as indelibly as gym class Fs on a report card. Because globes, round though they may be, don't deign to serve volleyballs or don sweat-stained uniforms. No, they sit still in the study, and when you're with them, you must sit still too. Call it revenge of the nerds. And not the slick kind in Silicon Valley, but those who putter in academia or even just eat macadamia nuts while writing Wikipedia entries.
I think we can all agree that none of this makes any sense. Especially because my black Betsey wedges are, however subtly, polka dotted. But posts don't always have to dot their i's or drink their t's.
They just have to have a good time and a cold Coca-Cola.
But more on that (maybe) next time.