But medical experts have warned that the trend for cheap Ugg boots is a price too high to pay.

They have said that knock-off versions of the designer boots are crippling a generation of young women, ‘literally breaking’ their feet.

With just six months of wear women could saddle themselves with a lifetime of foot deformities, backache and pain in their feet.

And a phrase has even been coined for the gait of devoted wearers – the Ugg ’shuffle’ – which describes the lopsided, pigeon-toed way in which cheap versions of the boots force women to walk.
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But low-cost imitations often provide inadequate foot support.

With each step the wearer’s feet slide around. This can cause the feet to splay which flattens the foot arch and leads to wear and tear on the joints in the feet, knees, hips and back.

As a result leading podiatrist and chiropodists have seen a stark rise in the number of women suffering toe deformities, backache and pain in their feet.

It is so true!

One minute you are shambling along in your fake Uggs…

And the next…

You are horribly crippled!

Dear Manolo,

I very much empathize with your intent in posting cute and fun sandals in the middle of winter. Can I make a request, though? DC is on the middle of a massive snowstorm, and my plans for the weekend involve citywide snowball fights and frolics in the snow with a new beau. Can you suggest attractive boots that are still appropriate for Snowmageddon?

Amber

Manolo says, Ayyyyy! It is Snowmageddon! Snowpocalypse! Snowragnarok!

One minute you are having the normal sort of Washington winter, with the little bit of ice, the occasional dusting of snow, and the usual coolish temperatures, and the next, whammo! The Abominable Snow Beast has buried you under three feets of wintery white stuff, with more on the way, bub!

And the District of Columbia, which is not the most efficient governmental entity on the planet, simply throws up its hands and snuggles down by the fire with the warm cup of cocoa, while the citizens are left to their own devices.

Of the course, there is the upside to all of this snow, such as dozens of days off from your job at the Department of Homeland Phrenology, the giant hilarious snow ball fights with your neighbors, and the chance to finally meet Yukon Cornelius.

Look! Here is the Tami from La Canadienne. Perfect!

Hello Manolo,

I’m a college student and in serious need of a pair of wellies…I had two pairs of J Crew rain boots (flamingos and anchors!) until they both cracked in the same month! I’m looking for a pair of rain boots that I can walk around campus all day and still look banging. I’m in love with the silver Hunter’s and have heard Hunter’s are the best quality rain boots. Do you know of any other brands, especially affordable ones, that won’t crack?

Can’t wait to go stylishly puddle stomping again!

Caitlin

Manolo says, the Manolo adores the Hunter rain boots, as does the Posse Manolo, at least one of whom has adopted the Hunter boots as part of her usual rainy day outfit. (This tall, elegant woman wears her Hunter Original boots with her designer jeans tucked into the tops, together with the Barbour coat, giving her the English country look that seems to impress the natives in the rainier parts of Southern California.)

And so, the Manolo says, although the Hunter rain boots are on the high side of affordable, they are none the less worth the price, as their durability is legendary.

The Hunter Original in the silver is some what difficult to come by, which is why one may wish to consider them in aubergine or the eponymous hunter green.

Indeed, the Hunter boots fall under the category of all-time classic.

Dear Manolo,

I came across your Ugg response to the mom. Can’t say I disagree more. I went to a recent award show where P. Diddy was honored (yes fab) He told this tear jerking story about how his mom worked 3 jobs to take care of her kids including caring for adults with cerebral palsy – getting only 3 hours of sleep a night. To think I had always judged Mama Combs so harshly for her red carpet fits which included cleavage and lots of fur. After hearing her story I say she can wear whatever she wants. Where do we get these silly ideas that women after a certain age can’t have fun anymore. Men continue to wear their silly shorts with their bony pale legs way into their sixties. Yet us girls must be age appropriate. I say ‘Mom” if you wanna wear some Uggs go for it, not with a mini skirt, but definitely with some non-mom jeans and a cute warm sweater. Hopefully you’re raising a great kid – so hey you deserve it.

Signed
30 year old Ugg wearer

The Manolo believes that just because one makes the bad fashion choices does not indicate that one is the bad person, indeed, there are beautifully tailored men and stylish women who are loathsome, just as there are kind, cheerful, and humane people dressed in outlandish or shabby costumes. One is not necessarily connected to the other.

The reason the Manolo singles out the Ugg boots usage among the older ladies is that such things send the wrong message (”Look at me! I’m trying desperately to be youthful!), and because it is the opportunity missed.

If you are the lady of the certain age, there are so many better things to put on your body. Indeed, it is more fun for the fully grown woman to get dressed up in something beautiful, surprising, flattering, and age-appropriate than it is to ape the childish and attention-getting fads of the teenagers. ( Tattoos of SpongeBob the Square Pants may be cute when you are 19 and stupid, but when you are 50, they are just sad.)

And so the Manolo objects to the Uggs because wearing them prevents one from dressing in better things, things that can indicate you are the person of sophistication, intelligence, and, yes, fun, such as this this, the Quinn from Donald J. Pliner

Dear Manolo,

At Christmas, I broke down and bought my 16-year-old daughter a pair of Classic Ugg boots, and now she wears them everywhere. And I have to admit, she looks super cute in them. Which has got me to thinking, perhaps I should buy myself a pair, they look so warm and toasty. What’s your opinion?

Rachel

Manolo says, the Manolo’s opinion of the Classic Ugg boot has always been the same: if you are sixteen and super cute, then the Classic Uggs are “da bomb”. You may wear them everywhere (even with your sweat pants) and people will still think you are the cutesy cute cutey.

If , however, you are the forty-two year old woman of sophistication, then the Classic Ugg boots look silly with almost everything you try on.

Sweat pants? Sloppy!

Faded blue jeans? Trying too hard!

Shortish skirt? Trashy!

The truth is, the Ugg Classic boots, like the dirty ripped blue jeans and the whale-tail thong, are the young person’s fashion. They were designed by the youthful Australian surfers for wearing after the energetically youthful day at the beach, not for women of the certain age to slip on for the day on the town.

Happily, there are the Ugg models which can be worn by elegant ladies. For the example, here is the Gissella, the casual, wedge-heel ankle boot with the Aussie flair.

“Manolo,” said the Manolo’s super fantastic friend, “I really want to get a pair of those fancy rain boots with the high heels. They look like fashion boots but are rubber.”

“Yes, yes, the Manolo loves the Pucci rubber boots with the wedge heels. Pucci makes the Smiles!”

“No, no, Manolo,” she continued, “not those boots, the ones I want are less expensive, but still super fantastic. I can’t remember what they are called.”

“The Marc by Marc Jacobs with the pink hearts,” said the Manolo, “Those are on the sale at the moment.”

“No, no, no. These are new, they have a funny name. Oh, oh, I can’t remember.”

“Funny name,” said the Manolo, “such as the Sporto”

“or, perhaps the Kamik.”

“No,” she said, “it’s got a funny name with an umlaut, sort of like Børn, but different.”

“?”

“Däv,” she shouted, “Däv! Däv! Däv!”

“Ah,” said the Manolo, “those are very nice.”

“Nice! Those are really great. I want a pair!”

“Well,” said the Manolo, “chacun à son goût.”

And now, allow the Manolo to suggest to you, his dear readers, his own personal must-have favorite, the Sperry Top-Sider Sausalito, in the Cherry Red.

Super fantastic!

In the meantime, here is some beautiful feetwear from Sigerson Morrison that are discounted for your post Christmas festival of regretful semi-frugality.

This fetching ankle bootie, the 9630 from Sigerson Morrison is discounted nearly 30%, the savings of over $225 of the American dollars.

This stylish classic pump, the 9633 from Sigerson Morrison, would be the excellent addition to your everyday wardrobe, and it is on the sale, also almost 30% off the usual price.

Dear Manolo,

My dear husband fancies himself an outdoorsman, and although he did plenty of hiking and hunting when he was younger, these days he mostly confines his outdoor activities to raking the leaves and long walks in the park. What can you recommend as a Christmas gift that will flatter his self-image without seeming ridiculously woodsy?

Claire

Manolo says, it is true, that in his youth, your man occasionally marched into the great American wilderness with nothing more than the pocket canopener and the bag of pork rinds, emerging one week later covered with large patches of poison ivy, mutant mosquito bites, and enough outdoorsy credibility to last many month, before the whole odious process had to be repeated.

However, once most men enter the age of the middle, such arduous expeditions no longer seem perhaps so pleasant or useful, especially, if like the Manolo, one gets winded walking to the corner for the demitasse of cappuccino. And thus sedentary activities replace the more uncertain pleasures of rough camping in primitive natural settings.

Still, one needs to look sufficiently rugged and manly, without falling over the line into lumberjackery. This is why the Manolo loves Australia’s favorite outdoor boot, the Blundstone. And what could possibly be more manly and rugged than Australian outback boots?

Still, your tendency to wait until the last minute is nothing compared to that of your brother, who famously does all of his shopping on Christmas Eve, usually after the normal stores have closed, at the Seven-Eleven or the Quik-Stop, which accounts for the many unusual gifts you and your children and parents have received over the years. (Indeed, who can forget the Christmas in which you unwrapped the brand new oil filter wrench? Or the Christmas in which your children received bags of Slim Jims and cans of the mint flavored snuff?)

Of the course, you suspect that this is one of the many reasons why your brother Bob remains unmarried well into his early forties. Yes, he has plenty of girlfriends, including the exotic dancer who accompanied him to your niece’s christening. She was the one with the shorty-short skirt with the handkerchief hem which very nearly exposed her lady-bits when she sat down. (Gary and your teenaged son still mention her “impressive rack” when they think you are out of ear-shot.)

Sigh.

Oh well, back to the shopping.

Ayyyy! Gucci! Gucci! Gucci!

Gucci! Gucci! Gucci!

Thanksgiving was not supposed to be crazy this year. It was going to be just you and Gary and the kids and your mother. But then your mother called two weeks ago, and said she’d invited your Uncle Bill to fly out from Buffalo for Thanksgiving.

“Okay,” you thought, “one more won’t hurt. Uncle Bill is an old school nut who will probably goad Gary into an argument about professional football. But one more won’t hurt.”

And then your mother informed you that Uncle Bill insisted on inviting his son, your layabout cousin Billy, to fly in from Hollywood to join you. Billy calls himself the “writer-director-actor-producer,” although what he really is is the 43-year-old, cut-rate playboy who subsists on the variety of menial jobs and handouts from your uncle. Although, to his credit, he did once appear as the non-speaking extra on Will and Grace, in the distant background, as the coffee shop patron.

Speaking of people subsisting on handouts, two days after your mother’s call, your daughter Jeannie, who is away at the college, called to say that she has invited some dorm friends home for Thanksgiving — three foreign girls and one Latvian boy — who have nowhere to go for the holiday.

“The more the merrier,” you think. And then the conversation takes the surreal turn.

“Mom,” says Jeannie, “one of the girls is from Africa, and in her culture the turkey is considered sacred.”

“What?”

“We can’t have turkey, because Ki’x'il’ko,” the name included three clicks and the pop, “says her people consider the turkey to be a type of sacred spirit.”

Later, when you tell Gary that you’re going to have to order goose for Thanksgiving, his reply is succinct.

“Bull-crap. The turkey is sacred to my people, too, especially when served with sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce.”

“But we can’t be offending this girl.”

“Tell her it’s a really big chicken. Nobody thinks chickens are holy.”

And then five minutes after you get off the phone with the butcher, who informs you that you cannot order the 23-pound goose, so you’ll need three smaller birds, Jeannie calls back.

“Mom,” she says, “Ki’x'il’ko says it’s okay to have a turkey. She looked up the word. It’s ostrich that’s supposed to be sacred to her people.”

Luckily, you were able to call the butcher back and cancel the flock of geese.

And now, on Tuesday, with two days to go, you are frazzled and distracted from your work. And yet you are also filled with pride that everyone would consider your home and your family as being the good place to celebrate this important holiday.

Look, here is the Christian Louboutin Feticha Botta Platform Boots, simple, beautiful, dead sexy.