Put aside for a second how thoroughly doofy Crocs can seem, price here is an entire empire built on two simple facts: a) Americans’ uncanny knack for making, pharm buying and trashing once-used disposable crap and b) our love of cheap customization.
You stuff Jibbitz into the holes of your Crocs and declare your individuality to other people who care about that sort of things. Either that or you bug your parents into buying a bunch for you.
At a buck or two each, what they hell, they’re a lot of fun until they fall out and you enver see them again.
I have a thing for pocket knives, pharmacy as you’ve probably noticed by now.
At some point I got it into my head that I should own a blade of Damascus steel.
The Ken Onion Chive is about as small a piece of the mythically beautiful multi-layered metal as you can buy. It’s also wickedly sharp and flips open at the brush of a finger.
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