What is up with super high heels?
I see them on television all the time (perhaps I watch too many Real Housewives). The women are hobbling down the sidewalk and I just don’t get it.
I do remember when I was a young teenager–maybe even a pre-teen–and I owned a pair of ridiculously high platform sandals which I wore with–as memory serves–”suntan” pantyhose and a polyester skirt.
But when I was young, I thought fashion mattered and I didn’t care about being unable to walk.
Now, I just want my feet not to hurt. I want to be able to walk without tottering. Won’t there be plenty of time to totter when I’m an old woman?
Can you imagine a man enduring the stupidity of these impossible shoes just so his calves would look more shapely or so he’d look taller and, therefore, slimmer?
Listen. I’m already 5’7″. I don’t need to be six feet tall but I do need to be able to balance while I walk.
The Frumpiest Woman in Southern California . . . but my feet feel fine, thanks for asking