Oct
2
2009
World Peace
I think I’ve cracked it. World peace, I mean.
Or rather I’ve stumbled, literally, upon a major barrier to attaining said world peace. High heels. Ban them and the world would immediately be a happier place and thus peace and harmony would surely be a step nearer? Women would be cheerier, no longer tottering around with red hot pokers attached to their trotters, every step of the day squeezing and numbing toes, throwing their weight on to the balls of their screaming feet, shortening leg muscles, arching backs in a way to make every osteopath on the planet rub their hands in glee. And men would be cheerier because women would not longer be terminally snarkish and snipey, a condition brought on by the daily discomfort of hurty shoes.
This truth was revealed to me at about 9.00am on Wednesday, approximately 2 hours after I’d popped on a pair of skyscrapers and decided they were appropriate footwear for an 11 working hour day. Huh huh huh….that’s my hollow laugh by the way. I could NOT have been more wrong. Those evil instruments of torture plagued me all day and brought on the snarks and snipes big time, only eased by regular periods of sitting down and taxi rides. And my feet, legs and back bitched about it for two whole days afterwards. So, all in all, a split second decision that a pair of heels would be just the thing to boost my confidence/height/ego cost me three days of agony/pain/embarrassment at my own stupid vanity.
Here I am, at about lunchtime…look…definitely snarkish & snipey.
So let’s just make a pact to cut it out shall we? Ladies, let’s ditch the red hot pokers….gentleman, get ready for us ladies to make nice. World peace…we’re a [gloriously painfree] step nearer to achieving you.
Oh yes, I totally agree. Can’t be doing with killer heels – I tend to keep a pair in the office for meetings, but otherwise live in my black sketchers. Although, as (hidden away out of clients’ sight) IT staff, I get away with that. As a high-flying City girl, I’m guessing you couldn’t.
but i love my red hot pokers. they make me happy…but I only where them when I’m not going to be on my feet all day.
I do agree – nothing like sore balls to make you tetchy. However, at 5’3″ I appreciate the extra inches; the only compromise is to keep slob shoes in the office.
Gosh I can totally relate.. being a lazy fat southern Georgian now I don’t have to wear heels! It’s awesome to be so laid back and I can even tramp around the office in bare feet if need be, no one can see it behind my high counter! If I wear then when I go out I just drink a lot of wine until I can’t feel the agony any more. I seem to remember them being much easier to deal with in my early twenties?????
I agree – I almost never wear heels and I’m quite peaceful :-)
That’ why I hardly ever wear heels… I’m doing my bit for world peace! :)
I wore high heels for years when I was a fashion maven. Now I work in my barefeet and wear mocassins or crocks or something else equally flat and squishy. On the other hand, maybe MEN should start wearing heels for a few years. Just because.
i think it would dramatically improve world peace if i had that purse…just sayin’
that top photo is just effing wonderful.
(i mean, the bottom one is lovely too, obviously)
Just two little words…Flip Flops.
totally totally agree.
I haven’t worn heels for years. It makes it a challenge finding nice non-heels but thats part of the fun (ish)
I wear boring black shoes from Hotter for pounding the hospital, and they are like walking on air, even after a long day… although I do feel like a granny being so out of fashion! But I have happy feet :)