I've had an aversion to shoelaces since childhood. In fact, at one stage of my development my younger sister Meryl Alpert tied my laces for me.
I often wore Snap-Jacks as a kid and had one of the first pairs of snap-to-close ski boots sold in the USA. I never wore "high-top" sneakers and my lace-up boots were seldom laced all the way to the top.
I wore lots of loafers as a teenager and adult.
In recent years I loved the Crocs favored by nurses. They were quick, comfy, colorful and inexpensive. I even have two pairs with fake fur linings for winter.
My podiatrist warned me that Crocs do not provide adequate support and pushed me to wear sneakers with laces, or at least with Velcro straps. I don't necessarily obey medical recommendations, but one day while driving, my right foot slipped out of my Croc and got jammed under my brake pedal and I almost killed a bunch of people.
It was time to switch to sneaks -- but I still hated laces. (I have some "real" shoes but they're reserved for wedding and funerals -- and not all of them.)
However, I was not ready to take my Croc collection to Goodwill and decided to restrict their use to the apparent safety of my home (of course, most accidental deaths occur at home).
Last week, while engaged in some carefree Croc-ing around the house, one Croc got caught on something. It slipped off my foot. I tripped and fell down on my chest and had instant agony. I whimpered like a baby.
I've previously had broken ribs twice, and it is the worst pain imaginable. Women who know say its worse than childbirth.
This time the pain is annoying but not constant and not as bad as the breaks. I have belatedly recognized the error of my ways and the Crocs will soon be heading to Goodwill. If you're interested you should be able to get them at a bargain price, but use them very carefully.