Although I’m embarrassed to admit this, I’m a sucker for whatever’s cool or hip.
When I was 12, I convinced my mom that I needed a pair of white go-go boots because the “Hulabaloo” dancers wore them on TV. (If you have to ask “What’s ‘Hulabalo?’” I don’t want to hear it.)
Mom got them for me at the Stride Rite shoe store, but I never wore them. Hip and cool chicks could get away with wearing white go-go boots, but I never could, not at 12 or 22 or 32.
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