TOMS Steps in Shit
THE KILLOUGH CHRONICLES
by James Killough
I’m not a chick, and as I age I would make an increasingly frightening one, so I’ve only ever been marginally aware of TOMS shoes. I believe the one time I came into contact with them I was hesitating between buying a pair of those or a handbag made of recycled materials for my mother as a house present. I was almost going to eat the TOMS gimmick—buy one pair, and another pair is gifted to a poor child somewhere poorer than where I sit right now—but the recycled handbag won over as having the better narrative, as well as the more stylish design. And there was no fucking way I was paying $44 for those cheap-assed espadrille-looking things, which, as it turns out, really cost less than $5 to make.
TOMS founder Blake Mycoskie saving soles and spreading the anti-gay word.
Plus, Mum really loved the handbag. It kept my stock at her country house slightly above junk status for a good few weeks.