Anyone taken any shit for wearing those newfangled red-soled wingtip/buck/frankenstein concoctions? Like those Grensons. Those look really nice, but all I hear when I bring them up IRL is, Ooh, maybe if you were GHEY. (Concerned middle-aged female variation: Ooh, but won't people think you're ghey?) Unfortunately, this has been a theme, lately, as I try to expand my sartorial horizons. Effing RACISTS! I don't really dig on the McNairy monstrosity hybrid things, but I'm a couple degrees away from that sort of americana anyway. People will think you're gay, but here's the deal: limited horizons are their own punishment. If you tell yourself that all music is dumb except for classic rock and prog, you never get to hear Bill Evans and Stan Getz play "Emily" or "Grandfather's Waltz", etc. etc. Go wear the stuff you think is cool, you don't get three hundred thousand bitches on your dick without having a few haters.