Honestly if I'm bein' real this is a better fit. Like a particularly tacky pair of light up heelies, the kind that make parents cover the eyes of their children as you pass, lest inspiration strike and the devil worship of Big Red's own footwear begin in huddled circles behind the bleachers. But I shall care not for their stares and whispered disparagement's, for mine is the way of the future, where a dude can roll through the halls among friends and equals. If by wearing these heelies today I can pave the way for the heelies of the future, then I will fuckin' commit to what was initially a bit and has now become something of a dangerously unironic diatribe about the importance of personal aesthetics to self expression in order to give ya'll this message. Life is short for non-silicone based lifeforms. Wear those heelies. Even just at home. Wear the heelies of your soul. You'll feel better for it.