I only have two rules for my flip flops. Rule #1: be leather. Rule #2: know how to party. These flip flops are clearly leather, so the real question is, do they party? You bet your leather wearin' ass they do. They should change the name of these from Ranchero to "Young Go-Hards". After hours of reign at the beer pong table, my feet have molded wonderfully to the supple leather footbed. Now the flip flops and I are one. Fused at the foot, if you will.