Not to run, anyway. I have an old pair of Nike ACGs that are falling apart, but I still wear them out running errands occasionally because they're both blue (and look great with jeans) and they're badass looking. Damn if they don't rub my pinky toes the wrong way, but I love those shoes. More than the looks of their shoes, though, I love the message of Nike's ads.
They remind us that function + strength = beauty. They tear down the plastic airbrushed illusions and images that bombard not only us, but more scarily, impressionable little girls.
3 miles today.
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