I absolutely, totally, utterly, VEHEMENTLY hate socks. I have always hated socks. I don't remember a time in my life where I would willingly wear socks without complaining. I hate socks. They're ugly, they're not comfortable (although, I will admit, that a totally fresh pair right out of the dryer feels so good in the winter, but they come right off once they're no longer warm), and they make my feet sweat like crazy.
For you ninnies out there gagging and rolling their eyes in the back of their heads making urkurkgaghrukg sounds right now: My feet do not smell at all. My shoes do not smell. I have the best smelling feet and shoes in my apartment (I'm one of four people), and I'm the only non-sock wearer. You guys have no right to complain, you smell worse. I shower every day, though, so my feet are always clean. I can easily go a week without washing my feet and still have no scent, I'm that awesome.
Fuck socks, fuck socks, fuck. socks. I hate socks, and I'm damn proud of it.