Ah, the Wallabee. I love Clarks shoes, and I love the Wallabee.

I also hate the Wallabee. They're pretty hideous, like a nightmare from the future where you're shuffling around a nursing home in these orthopedic boats. But gosh darn are they comfy. I like to wear them when I'm really nerding out in tweed pants and a vest, styling myself like a lady gunslinger from the Wild West who just happens to enjoy great arch support when shooting men who cheat at cards.

But alas, my little fantasy is shattered when I look down at my now-grungy pair of Wallabees and realize I just look like a dork.