THE AMERICAN FLIP FLOP EPIDEMIC

During my first week in Madison, I was waiting for a friend near Langdon Street, next to a frat house with a name I neither remember nor dare pronounce. Out of the house emerged 50 brothers all wearing the exact same pair of leather flip-flops. If American men share any similarities with the ones from my home country, this was not a coordinated effort. Since my encounter with the frat brothers, I have been awakened…