The Flip Flop Girl

Why Do You Wear Flip Flops?

I have been conducting a very casual little survey about flip flops this summer among my girlfriends when we get together whether it be waiting in line for brunch, or while at a party, or just hanging out and this is what I've gathered. I've collected my samples and bring you what I've heard the most said about why us girls love our flip flops:



1. "They're the closest I can get to being barefoot."

2. "They're convenient. I just slip them on."

3. "They go with just about anything I'm wearing."

4. "They show off all of my feet. The whole pedicure on view."

5. "They are the most comfortable thing I wear."

I rank these basically in order with #1 being what I feel might be the biggest reason of all. We girls love to be barefoot. I know guys love to be barefoot too. But maybe girls like it more? What about any sexual stuff being added to the mix? Well, maybe it's the guys who fetishize the foot more than the girls. I fetishize the foot I'm very happy to say but maybe that's not the case with most girls. Feel free to tell me what you think. I can start a new list if I get enough responses. For now, I'd say it comes down to a top five list.

Labels: beach, fashion, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, footwear, gender, open toes, pop culture, sandals, sex, social issues, society, summer, surveys, trends

A Flip Flop Survey
How Do You Like to Wear Your Flip Flops?

It is my contention that there are two basic ways to go with flip flops. Either you let them hang a bit from the heel or they tuck right to the heel. This is a matter of what size you buy. Do you want your flip flop to be little on the big size or do you want it to basically hug your foot where almost the only thing you see is the thong strap? It is a burning question to be sure. And I say it's really not up to you in deciding what size. You're going to gravitate to the one that fits best, that is going to make it with you for the long haul of actually walking in them. But you can play a game with size when it comes to brand. I say that the GAP flip flop is a hugger flip flop, at least for me. I do like the flips that leave a bit of room in the back and I like it that way because my feet feel securely off the ground and supported, at least as supported as they're going to get in flops. One brand that works for this is Teva. And then there's having the foot and flip match up exactly, maybe too exactly and that can be fun. That is definitely the case with GAP flops. They are one of the best at giving you that sensation, of getting as close to being barefoot as possible. Another that readily comes to mind are Havaianas. And now I'm also thinking about how off the ground do you want to be? Reef are good for those chunky flops. Also, another thing about the ones with the room in the back, I hate it when anyone gets so close that they step on the back of them! Oh, how I hate tailgaters!

So, I hope this helps get your flip flop fix in high gear. We have to say goodbye to the long hot days soon but not yet!

Labels: beach, feet, flip flops, fun, sex, summer

Okay, just a few quick words on Tiddies

No, not tits. These are pillowy soft yet firm sandals. I think they're mostly something that is under the radar. I've seen one knock-off version, called Pirate Sandals, that look a little too casual, like you could never wear them outside a trailer park or a kegger. But, if you're into that, then go for it. The authentic Tiddies have a more sporty look and might fit into more places. They do have a certain hedonistic look so I think flip flops will remain the anytime/anywhere sandal and are less provocative than Tiddies. Anyway, it is yet another sensual pleasure you can apply to your feet. Anyone tried them before? They are worth considering.

Just go to the real Tiddies site and check them out. You'll want a pair for the beach once you've had time to think it over.

Labels: a really bad foot fetish in a good way, beach, feet, flip flops, sandals, sporty, Tiddies

Go to the Beach!

New Post and New Thoughts!

Wear Your Flip Flops with Pride!

Don't Let the Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes Win!

I've been feeling a need to take a break both physically and mentally so my boyfriend and I headed out of town for a spring break. We stayed with my folks for a bit in LA and then made our way to a friend's beach house. They left us to ourselves quite a bit so we were basically sitting off The Strand, just the two of us, just a few flip flops away from the Pacific Ocean! Very breath-taking, very romantic, and just one bump in the road we had to deal with.

We were both a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk, and I was just babbling about all sorts of stuff. I decided to tell him about this blog which, until then, I had thought to keep to myself. But, at the moment, I figured it was nothing, just a blog, right? But maybe a blog is never just a blog, especially after all the crazy shit I've put on mine. Funny I should say "crazy" because that's the word that slipped through his lips after he read through one entry after another. He said I was crazy! And he didn't mean it in a nice way. He said the sex stuff was way over the top. And he wondered why I felt a need to write the way I did.

Instead of telling him to fuck off or anything hostile like that, I decided to be mature about it. I told him I'd have to think about it. I was too drunk to make any sense. And then I said that maybe I did know how to articulate that. I made the stories more charged than they had to be because I was getting off on it. As much as I've complained about being needlessly over-stimulated, I was actually seeking it out. I'd also tried to tailor my stories to make certain points. But before I tried to explain any further, he just smiled and said it was cool. I told him that maybe I didn't even need to write this blog anymore. He said that maybe I did need to step back from it but that he couldn't imagine me not writing. He said he saw some raw talent that was on its way to becoming something, exactly what he wasn't sure, but he still wanted to let me know that he supported me. He said maybe I could help people as well as entertain them. He also asked me to try to take a break from turning our sex into one of my hot stories if at all possible.

I do remember a mellow sobering moment we shared on the sofa that he can't have a problem with me telling you. He had his big feet on my lap. Usually, it's the other way around. I have my big feet on his lap. This time it was his feet on my lap. His feet just casually made their way over to my lap and I don't know if he was expecting me to do anything because he never said. For once, I let all my thoughts float away and did nothing. They just rested there. We both just rested. And it was good.

Being around so many people in flip flops, so many feet, so many pedicures, was a good thing too. Feet are simply more out and about in California and especially around the beach. It was refreshing to see form truly following function. It actually is handy to have flip flops around the beach! It's practical. It's a way of life. You don't have to think about it. The further away you get from the beach, however, the more thought you have to put into being casual. Once you're wearing flip flops down a busy city street, you're really making an effort to be care-free. I embrace that effort! Just trying to connect the dots.

As I relaxed in bed one day with the TV, I caught some of a Fox News talk show-or was it MSNBC? The Hannity Show, I think. Anyway, it was a typical political show tilted to the right with another no-neck/loud mouth, Mom's apple pie-eating host. He was interviewing Nancy Pelosi's daughter who has a documentary on Showtime exploring the world of American Christian fundamentalists. Well, I'd read awhile back a story about her documentary being unfair to fundamentalists in USA Today which left me wondering about USA Today's political views or at least about the writer's own right wing slant. When I saw her interviewed on this show, she came across as very professional and level-headed. She even had the Hannity guy playing nice with her. She pointed out that she made a point to show this demographic group in a fair setting leaving out extreme examples. I think his only pointed question to her was asking her why she chose to focus on evangelicals and she said, very correctly, that it was because they were considered a factor by the media in the last presidential election. If you ask me, she was far more polite than she had to be but maybe that was because she was talking to this bombastic talk show host.

Anyway, it has been interesting to me how I'm as attracted to politics as I am to any other pop culture subject. It takes someone like Jon Stewart to make us all aware of politics and make it entertaining but politics, all by itself, is such a circus. If I am capable of taking flip flops to an OCD level, I know that right wingers are using the same amount of energy, if not more, to drive home their agendas. Maybe their energy is actually the same kind of energy, some molten hot sexual force, that they have repressed and converted into self-righteous vitriol. The OCD for conservatives (and I know there are varying degrees but we're suffering from too many of the same along with those moderates afraid to be themselves like Rudy) is an overwhelming feeling that they are, no pun intended, right! They believe they possess some pure form of being right that can determine questions of right and wrong, life and death, when life begins, who should live and who should die, who has rights, who does not. It is a little old lady in tennis shoes out to save the world! But the little old lady in tennis shoes view of the world is very limited, backward, repressive, controlling, and out of touch with reality. What is so ironic and sad is that this view of the world finds itself taking so much space on our media, old and new from the tv to the blogosphere. Well, sheer quanity is never quality. We know that. What we're still working on, those of us who are sensible, is how to best reach a middle ground in this country so that we don't have more Bushies and Halliburton and the like in power forever.

The more we all find a way to go to the beach the better off we'll all be. I'm considering moving to the beach in the future when I can afford to do it right. I want to see us all take a healthy step back and watch our backs too! We want to have fun. We want to navel and toe gaze to our heart's delight-even to excess. Perhaps that's our right. But it's nice to have options too because the more distracted we allow ourselves to become, the more likely that the little old ladies in tennis shoes will always have the last laugh.

Labels: beach, blogs, conservatives, flip flops, foot fetish, Jon Stewart, politics, pop culture, right wing, sex, Writing

Flip Flop Girl: On Being a Girl

I never lose sight of the fact that being in tune with the ground, with your feet, encompasses many things. I think my earliest memories of flip flops are sweet and bring back to me a pure and innocent sensuality that is powerful in its own right. It reminds me of Woodsworth's search for a greater innocence, one tempered by experience.

A little girl in flip flops is tapping into feeling good on a profound level and she already knows it. What she doesn't know, all that sex stuff, she doesn't have to know. It gets in the way. Sometimes, it gets in my way. Sometimes I envy people not aware of what a foot fetish is. I can't believe the other day when I was over at a friend's and she had on the TV. And it was Oprah. The topic of foot fetishes came up and Oprah said she'd never heard of such a thing. But then I think that I am better off knowing as much as I want and putting it to good use.

As a child, playing on the beach, I remember the sensation of being one with my body and with nature. A Garden of Eden feeling! Placing my feet in the sand, working them deep down inside, padding about leaving footprints, and then having the ocean wash each and every little grain of sand away, all these sensations were having their way with me.

If I found myself starting high school with making plans for having sex on the beach, I could say that the beach had already seduced me. As soon as I was old enough, I know I played with myself while pressing my feet into the sand. It wasn't anything explicit. I was about thirteen and I do remember discreetly rubbing myself while at the beach. It was a start and I was confident even back then that much lay ahead.

I suppose my experience with Tim was a bit of a false start. I was never really in harm's way. As I say, it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want my child, if I ever do have a child, to do the same. It was just one of those things that worked itself out for my particular needs. It provided me with a little of everything: information, confidence, and some attention. I was lucky to make use of it all as best I could. That experience did not, however, provide me with much love so I can't call it my first love. That came a little later.

Labels: beach, erotica, flip flops, foot fetish, girl, sand, sex, story, toes, Writing