According to reason and my friend A, I am not allowed to buy silver oxfords. However.
My soul says I must have them. Reason says no. My soul says they are shiny and oxfordy. Reason says that I will look like the Tin Man. My soul says so what? The Tin Man may have lacked a heart, but he did not lack for brains or courage. My soul just realized how apt a metaphor that is (for my heart is also filled with sawdust) and is running off to Steve Madden.
Wait up, soul!
(Just kidding. I may have Tin Man taste, but I’m not going to spend a hundred bucks to indulge it. That would be silly.)