If the Shoe Fits Their Personality in SWLA?

Growing up, we were taught not to judge. It's in our nature to judge, unfortunately. What if we judged some of the footwear around SWLA?

These shoes look like they're probably worn by someone named Cammy, 57 years old, kids are grown, husband works. Shares every Facebook post she finds involving coffee, and the need for it, or crock pot recipes. Spends her day sipping coffee on her back patio yelling at the neighbor's dog in her "Girls Raised in the South" shirt she got from Accessory Zone.

Victoria, 36, works as an admin for a dentist's office. Claims to be a country girl and "loves to get muddy" in her boots and cut-off shorts with rhinestones on them. Believable, until she wears these to go out to the bonfire at her uncle's farm.

Rhian, 32, I know that's not how you spell it, but he loves to follow up saying his name with the correct spelling. Dropped out of LSU and came back to Lake Charles to sell insurance. In true "bro" style, he still shows off how fast he can shotgun a beer and smash it over his head. All while telling you about how your deductible is way too high on your Camry, and he can do way better.

Ms. Bradford, 51, recently divorced. She introduces herself the exact same way, making sure to emphasize the "recently divorced" part. Smokes Misty 100s, dark red nail polish, and drives a 2003 gold Lexus. Wears perfume you can still smell next week after she hugs you, a little too long mind you. Usually sits at the bar, drinking white zin while flirting with this cute insurance salesman named Rhian.

Dalton, 23, self-employed. Started wearing them in high school and owns 8 pair. Has a "church" pair, a "going out pair", a "work" pair, and some still in the boxes. Can go from mowing your grass to washing your car, and then head to Saturday Mass without changing his shoes. As long as you pay cash, he will get the job done. Moonlights as a DJ on the weekends and probably DJ'd your cousin's wedding when you puked in the VF Hall's sink.

If we learned anything from the movie Shawshank Redemption, people never look at a man's shoes. Maybe we should start, just to get a bead on if we are about to get hugged too long, get our grass mowed, or have a life insurance policy pitched to us.