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What a Croc!
The Go Fug Yourself Girls, about whom Variety has noted have “a barbed wit that makes Cojo and Joan Rivers seem like gushing fans,” have focused their wickedly funny fashion blog on Mario Batali.
Their complaint? The recently canceled Food Network chef showed up at the Infamous premiere party sporting his ubiquitous orange Crocs-wear.
Now, Radar may refer to Molto Mario as “patient zero” of the Crocs phenomenon and also notes that the New York chef “reportedly owns 30 pairs—all in orange—that he cleans in the dishwasher,” which, ew, but the Fuggers do not believe that the popular, airy, and often quite grimy footwear is appropriate for red carpeting.
I don’t care if he thinks they’re his signature in the kitchen. He is not IN the kitchen. He is at a premiere, and Sandra Bullock is in a GOWN, and he’s wearing a fleece, shorts, and filthy rubber clogs, like he just managed to squeeze in his paper route between the lunch service and the event start time.If you haven’t bookmarked Go Fug Yourself already, do it now, because the Fug Girls are not called “hilarious bitches” by Defamer for nothing. Just don’t read while drinking or you’ll need a new keyboard.
PLAN AHEAD, Mario. Throw some loafers, or sneakers, or platform thigh-highs—ANYTHING—in the car and change on the way there. I’m sorry that you’ve become the poster child for this crime against global retinas, but so be it. We cannot allow the ghoulish Rubber Menace to become the sort of perceived all-purpose footwear that the Ugg boot has become; we cannot allow our impressionable starlets to think it’s acceptable to start pairing them with skirts, or dresses, or evening gowns. They cannot cross into Formal Shoe country. We must, in honor of the late Steve Irwin, become Croc Hunters. Constant vigilance, people. It’s the only way.
Posted by | Wednesday, October 11, 2006 at 12:35am | 5 comments
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Sounds like the Fug girls would amend the old expression so: At first I saw a man who had no shoes, then I saw a man who had no feet, and then I saw Mario Batali in a pair of Crocs.
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Thankfully someone is going after Crocs. I thought there was no way they would summit to the tipping point, but I see them everywhere. They remind me of strainers and gardening. How any aesthete worth his weight in red Hawaiian sea salt as an epicure, could don those monstrosities-- let alone in public, let alone at an elite event-- is beyond me.
Every chef I've worked with couldn't wait to get out of his/her kitchen whites and go out for a cold one. Who would want to wear those smelly, sweaty work clothes out into the real world, anyway... But we've all seen Mario out at 3 AM at Blue Ribbon, dressed in his kitchen duds. Must want to make sure that no one mistakes him for a fat, middle-aged guy with a ponytail and clogs.
Everyone seems to be wearing Crocs now, even Al Pacino and Jack Nicholson! They are supposed to be really comfortable!
Hey all, I just found these ads online. I think it’s the new campaign for the shoe… He looks good!
http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c26...
http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c26...