This is the second entry revealing the embarassment of being not so rich, not so famous, not so tidy and not so secure...I guess we've all been there (or actually I hope I'm not the only one) - ending up at someones place for a fika or a chat. You take your shoes of just to remember that your socks are full of holes.
In my youth it was hip. I even made some extra holes just for the fun of it. But today it's not as hip because my grown up friends have difficulties understanding the eastethics of torn socks.
The sock with the hole in reveals you as being sloppy, poor or ignorant. Whatever people choose to interpret it as - it's pretty darn bad.
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