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As a born and bred Lower East Sider I have dedicated the last 25 years of my life to trashing on anything considered basic. As a shit fucker East Village dwelling teenager, one of the most basic things I could think of was living in Brooklyn. I bitched every time I had to go to parties there, was an actual shithead when I had to visit friends there, and only began venturing out to Williamsburg on purpose at 17 when I started fucking a New Hampshire transplant who lived on Kent Ave and worked as a freelance photographer. Though fear not, upon receiving my prefrontal cortex this past August, I have become less of an asshole. When I dropped out of SUNY Purchase in 2017 and moved back home after a year of absolute hell on earth, my parents threw me out of their nest on 9th street and I was forced to move somewhere more affordable (lol) Brooklyn. I worked in a dingy neon sign shop, wore carhart overalls un-ironically and wanted to cease to exist. Visiting home was now a pilgrimage and Brooklyn felt like the suburb where I would inevitably rot and crumble and become irrelevant. Another thing that I decided was basic as a fucky fucker teen was wearing Uggs. I essentially popped out of my mother’s womb on 33rd and 1st the summer of 98’ scoffing at girls stomping around like uncoordinated puppies in their fluffy boots and leggings, calling them all gentrifiers and cunts. I have been clean from East Village living for 7 years now, and have not only become a Brooklyn lover (“it just feels so GOOD to go HOME to BROOKLYN”) but have also become the biggest Ugg stan of them all and I will tell you why. It is not because y2k style is trending, or because I’ve become a basic bitch now that I spend more time in Williamsburg than I’d like to admit, but it’s because they’re really fucking cozy and New York winter sucks. And I have a prefrontal cortex now so I am no longer slinging the motto “Fashion has no temperature”. In the past 7 years I’ve gone from a cold hard LES girlie snorting mystery drugs off sticky surfaces at Happy Endings (iykyk) to filling my cozy Brooklyn apartment with fluffy stuff and men who work in tech. (Don’t get me wrong, I still snort mystery drugs off of sticky surfaces, I just test them for fentanyl first, buy them with tech money that’s not mine and go into the inevitable morning after depression on a sheepskin adorned couch in Brooklyn) SO, given that I am a (mostly) changed woman now, I‘ll give you the tea on Ugg. If you buy your Uggs from Ugg they are not really Uggs anymore. The company was sold and they are made in China now. The sheepskin is shit, the quality is bad and the company is literally just creating fast fashion SHITCRAP. If you want a good pair of Uggs the original manufacturer is still hand making them to order (yes, made to order, sustainable girlies we love that) in Australia. They are just doing it under the name Ugg Since 1974, which is such a slay. I have a pair of the bomber boots and they are actually snow proof because they’re water resistant (which in girl math means water proof) and I wear them every day. Even when I go visit my little brother in the East Village (who later inherited my parents rent controlled apartment and became far cooler than I’ll ever be which is not fucking fair at all but thats a different story). Rant over- go get yourself some Uggs, its cold out there.
Xx Liv
Jan 21, 2024
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Currently, I am writing this while literally wearing my famous (lol I just say that) pair of black fuzzy UGG boots. UGGs are phenomenal, okay?! As a disabled woman - spending most of my time in a wheelchair constantly, throughout my life it’s been very hard for me to take footwear very seriously as I feel like nobody’s actually ever looking at my feet. Unless I’m walking runway, or shooting for a client… then people are observing my feet, perhaps. I really treasure my feet feeling comfortable on a day-to-day basis, and UGGs really deliver that for me! I don’t think that UGGs are ugly, I think that people are just bad at styling themselves and aren’t brave enough like me to wear UGGs with almost anything. Now now, I’m not saying I wear UGGs all the time because that is not at all true actually. What I am saying though - is to not sleep on UGGs.
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someone left a cake out in the rain. someone else left an ugg. the fragility of suede vs. the brute strength of y2k. may we learn the winner in time.
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