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At about this time every year, flip-flops cause riffs among friends and lovers. They divide families and coasts. Doctors advise against them. Corporate bosses fear they'll show up at work and pollute the genial office atmosphere. Foot arches scream "NOOO NO NONONNO" when they see the slabs of plastic coming for them. City-dwellers pick sides: the ease and airflow of flip-flops versus support and relative cleanliness of real shoes.
As of this morning, Jennifer Aniston has planted her flag firmly in flip-flop camp. She went shopping at C.O. Bigelow, an apothecary in New York's Greenwich Village, wearing an Isabel Marant Etoile dress, Oliver People's sunglasses, and simple black thong sandals.
While most sheeple would live a perfectly fine life doing as Jen does, a quick warning: This isn't Los Angeles. It's not a pool. It's not a beach. It's 22.7 square miles of garbage and rat particles that we affectionately call Manhattan. Read one 2009 Daily News article about how wearing flip-flops in New York can potentially murder you and you won't forget it. Now get out there and have a carefree summer!