My priority, during the heat of the summer, shifts to wearing as few and as skimpy items of clothing as possible because, holy hell, I do not deal well with this heat stuff. Head to toe, I want as little as possible touching my body, please. If I could get away with SPF one thousand and four, and blindfolds for everyone else, I totally would. Unfortunately, decency laws require being clothed, and sensible hygiene insists that that include shoes. Boo.

So, sandals. Not flip flops, which are the trespass of teenagers. Nothing rubber, for that belongs only on the beach. Nothing that costs one million dollars, because something that consists of three straps should not cost one million dollars. Nothing painful to walk in, so narrow your feet hang over and are lit on fire by molten asphalt, so flimsy they break apart into a million pieces on your third trip to the ice cream parlor, or with slippery, slidey bottoms that land you on your ass. And nothing gladiatorial, because I am really not understanding the gladiator thing.

So hey! Recommend to me your favorite, sexy, sassy, non-orthopedic and yet still comfortable sandal. And next, we'll tackle world hunger and ovarian cancer.