Alright, alright, let’s yak about this Nike x CDG thing, whatever it is. Sounds fancy, like somethin’ them city folks wear. My grandkid showed me a picture, black shoes, they were. Said it’s a “collab… collab… somethin’”. Don’t know what that means, but sounds like they teamed up, Nike and that CDG fella, or maybe it’s a lady, who knows.
So, these shoes, they’re all black, like real black. Not like my old work boots, those are brown with dirt. These are shiny black, the kind that city boys wear when they wanna look… I don’t know, “sharp”, my grandkid says. Said they’re called “Outburst” or somethin’. Sounds like somethin’ my old stove used to do when I put too much wood in it.
He kept jabberin’ about “cop or drop.” Said it means if you should buy ‘em or leave ‘em. Well, I told him, if they keep your feet dry and you can walk in ‘em, then maybe they’re worth somethin’. But these things, with their shiny black and all, I don’t know. Probably cost a fortune too. My old shoes cost me ten bucks at the flea market, and they work just fine.
- Nike Shoes: Now, Nike, I know them. They make them sporty shoes, the ones with the swoosh. My nephew wears ‘em when he plays basketball. Says they make him jump higher. Hmph, I say it’s the young legs that make him jump, not the shoes. But what do I know?
- CDG Clothes: This CDG though, that’s new to me. Sounds Frenchified. My grandkid said it’s Japanese, from some fella named Ray or somethin’. Makes clothes, I guess. Fancy clothes, the kind you wouldn’t wear to feed the chickens, that’s for sure.
People are goin’ crazy for these shoes, my grandkid tells me. Says it’s the “hottest collab of the year.” Hot? I bet my feet are hotter after workin’ in the garden all day than those shoes ever will be. And “year”? Honey, I’ve seen more years than you got fingers and toes, and I ain’t never seen nothin’ like this fuss over a pair of shoes.
He told me somethin’ about a “drop.” Said it ain’t just about the shoes comin’ out, it’s also about the difference between the heel and the front, you know, where your toes go. Said it makes you walk different. Well, I walk just fine in my old boots, thank you very much. Don’t need no fancy “drop” to tell me how to walk.
Then he started talkin’ about “deadstock.” Said it’s like when them fancy stores can’t sell somethin’, and it just sits there. Sounds like a waste to me. If you got somethin’ good, you use it till it wears out, that’s what I say. None of this “deadstock” nonsense.
So, this Nike CDG thing, it’s a whole heap of fuss over somethin’ that’ll probably get dirty the first time you wear ‘em. My grandkid says people collect ‘em, put ‘em on shelves, don’t even wear ‘em! Can you imagine? Shoes you can’t wear? That’s like buyin’ a good pan and never cookin’ in it. Wasteful, I tell ya, just plain wasteful.
But hey, if them city folks wanna spend their money on shiny black shoes, that’s their business. Me? I’ll stick with my comfy boots. They ain’t fancy, but they get the job done. And that’s what matters, ain’t it? Gettin’ the job done. Not lookin’ pretty, but gettin’ the job done.
So, there you have it, my two cents on this Nike CDG thing. Probably more than it’s worth, if you ask me. But then again, nobody asked me. Just that young ‘un and his fancy talk about drops and collabs and deadstock. Lord have mercy. Give me a good cup of coffee and a sturdy pair of boots any day. That’s all a body needs, far as I can tell.
