Seriously folks. Man has sent rockets to the Moon, split the atom, provided socialized healthcare. Acheieved miracles in every field of human endeavour. EXCEPT we still can't invent a sock that doesn't have a razor-sharp seam made out of some sort of adamantium steel wool that runs right across the most delicate part of my toes, where the cuticles are. Socks hurt. I can't imagine why that might be part of the design brief, which means that now, 6000 years after we invented civilization, we still fail at making socks.
If I ever need to do any serious walking I need to bind each individual toe first with micropore tape before I subject them to the inevitable cruelties of their cotton-and-polyamide foot-coverings. Socks really ought to be spelled with a ‘U’ in place of the ‘O’.
Cogitating upon this, as I often do, it often occurs to me that I only ever buy one brand of socks, and have done so for the past nineteen years, so perhaps the problem is just with my socks. Then, inevitably, I realize that this is complete bollocks. I do in fact often buy different brands of socks, but I always end up throwing them out because other brands are worse.
Human 21st-century sock technology is utterly woeful, and as a species, we should be ashamed.