LA Frog refers to herself as "Parisian euro-pudding whose karma ran over her dogma. Met a California surfer dude, traded high heels for flip flops and crossed the world to live happily on the beach." In a post inspired by the Times of London's Chris Ayres and his uneasy new embrace of thongs, she posts:

Ecco! It took my parisian stiletto wardrobe a long time to accept flip flop 'untermenschen' in its club, but now they're my daily footwear -- including for work. The stilettos don't go out as much anymore. They're rather peeved, and my Paris friends call me L'Africaine, but WTF -- this is L.A.!

Ayres' post also inspired a reply on the Times website: "El gringo loco. When I left Leicestershire, to come to Arizona in 1993, I left behind the heavyweight black pinstrip [sic] suit for the Wranglers, t-shirt and pumps. But flip-flops - forget it. When it's 115F outside, you need your feet covered, or they fry in an instant. Dave, Phoenix."