It’s bizarre how fashion works these days in mainstream American culture. What used to be considered trashy or outrageous or, well, stripper attire is now for sale in local chain stores. Exhibit A: ultra-high heels. For years I have worn lower-heeled shoes, pumps some people call them, because I do think flats aren’t always as flattering. But good luck finding anything lower than a 4-inch heel on the shelves. Today I was up close and personal with a shoe that with the wedge front would have put me at, I don’t know, about 6’5. I like being tall, but I don’t need to walk around at the same eye level as college basketball recruits. I am amazed that in this age of larger-sized women being the norm, many revolts aren’t happening nationwide over all the pain inflicted on feet. I know this because the bigger and/or taller you are, the more weight that bears down on these stripper heels. Next week I am emceeing a fashion show with other TV people and I fooled myself into believing I could find a fun and not-too-stacked heel to go with my funky dress. No luck. It’s either you pick shoes with no sole–totally flat–or ones guaranteed to cause a possible wipe out if I were stupid enough to wear them.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 46
This post was written by Tara on April 11, 2012