Unabashed, avowed buckle-hater here. They look great on the shelf, but I swear they were invented by the Devil. I've been seduced by their siren-song before, and yet when trying to put them on they ALWAYS move to the most awkward position where I can't get my too-short arms with my too-fat-and-clumsy fingers to wherever they decide to twist round to. The fuckers get me EVERY. SINGLE. GODDAMN. TIME - while the shop assistant rolls his eyes (and probably tweets surreptitious pics with a hashtag like #pigcontortionistfail to his sniggering followers.)
I shudder to think what kind of sobbing, helpless mess a button-boot would leave me in.
Yes, I am a Neanderthal with a one-track fixation on pointy-lasted oxford-style lace-ups.