Fuugs

Oh, MK. When first I saw this, I thought, “Oh, MK. Why are you wearing a high-fashion version of the beach over-up my Great Aunt Doris bought in San Juan in 1986?”

I mean, no offense to my Great Aunt Doris — she was awesome, and used to buy me acid-washed Guess jean jackets and other items deeply coveted by junior high school students without regard to what my mother would allow — but she was a sun-worshiping, chain-smoking septuagenarian. And MK is…well, 21.

And then I realized that this is not merely the high-fashion version of my Great Aunt Doris’s 80s Puerto Rican Vacation Cover-Up, but it is also A ROMPER. Did you hear me? I said it was A ROMPER! This moves her from the realm of Something Your Elderly But Still Sassy Relative Would Wear on a Tropical Jaunt and into What The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man Wears On Summer Vacation.

You know, if he were taking strip class there. That’s quite a pair of shoes.