Notes from the field: Uggs
Friday, March 20th, 2009I’ve learned a number of things since arriving in Davis, California last September – that speed bumps can be rather suggestively referred to as “undulations” or “speed humps,” that the entire state is obsessed with hamburgers, that archaic “snow chain” technology is favored over actual snow tires, and that any roadside pit stop worth its salt has espresso.
One of the most curious things I’ve learned has to do with Uggs, those gross-looking, bulky boots that look like high-top moccasins and that were favored by youngish women in a much-derided fad that swept the country a couple of years ago. Uggs seem to have since become a punch line for the rest of the U.S., shorthand for the sort of blind anti-fashion casualness that makes Americans look like the laziest of slobs whenever we travel abroad – witness Danny McBride’s snazzy pair of black Uggs in last summer’s Pineapple Express. However, Uggs are somehow, for reasons unknown to me, alive and well in Davis. While this is interesting on an anthropological level (why Uggs? Why Davis in particular?), it is, for me, nonetheless a perpetual source of annoyance, evidence of the dopiness of those about a generation younger than I am and an insult to my personal sense of aesthetics.
