Would you say that going barefoot brings out the poetry in us?
Barefooters sometimes wonder what they can do to help diminish the impact of those in society who make it difficult to go barefoot in public. Sometimes it seems like an impossible task — I hear suggestions for a horde of barefooters to descend on a location. The trouble with that is that barefooters are pretty scattered (and they also tend to be rather independent).
But I came across a blog entry yesterday that suggests it might not be quite that hopeless.
Today’s comic again visits Red and Rover, a strip based in the 1960s when a lot of kids still went barefoot for the summer. This strip is from August 3rd of 2004. It uses another staple of going barefoot in the comics: the dreaded “stepping on a bee”.
Actually, I don’t think stepping on a bee would bother me—my soles are thick enough that I don’t think the stinger would penetrate far enough.
And for poor Red up there, by August I would think a long summer of going barefoot would have protected him, too.
Here’s another comic from the old strip Grandma. I’ve noted before that the strip seems to have a bit of a negative take on bare feet. That’s much more obvious in this one, published on April 5, 1957.
On the other hand, I guess it could be read as recognizing the wisdom of her grandson. (I’m sure many of us have accidentally snuck up on people because we weren’t making the usual racket in shoes.)