Shoes, anyone?

[_Malcolm]

My late wife often wore 'court shoes' are they pumps in the USA?

[_Paracelsus]

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Here is a mary jane stilletto:

Isn't this fun? The strap makes it a mary jane.
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:-)

I know the word by reading classic books ...

A stiletto is a short knife or dagger with a long slender blade of various designs primarily used as a stabbing weapon. Its narrow shape, ending in a rigid pointed end, allows it to penetrate deeply. Most stiletti are not suited for cutting, even with edged examples. A typical early stiletto had a one-piece cast-metal handle. The blade was hammer-forged in a triangular blade cross section without any sharpened edges. Other examples have round, square, and diamond cross sections.
The Italian word "stiletto" comes from the Latin stilus meaning: "a stake; a pointed instrument". The stiletto, also called a misericorde ("mercy"), began to gain fame during the High Middle Ages, when it was the secondary weapon of knights. It was used to finish off a fallen or severely wounded heavily armored opponent.

My dames and ladies - WE (men) are the severely wounded heavily armored opponents.

Have mercy on us!

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That stupid ad follows

[_KimberlyAnn]

I had an epiphany the other day, KimberlyAnn, and yes, it was about SHOES!

Re-posting this from my blog. I hope you're proud of me.

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(Stand by for what might be the most shallow ClobberBlog post ever.)

I bought a new suit yesterday. New York & Co. (one of the few chains that carries affordable clothing in sizes that can work for very tall women) was having a major sale so that I wound up paying $60 for a $100 suit.

One of the things that surprised me about the pants that go with this suit is that they’re actually too long for me. I bought them intending to have them tailored up an inch, as I already knew I would need a tailor to extend the sleeves of the jacket a bit. Upon seeing the length of the pants, my husband said, “Well, of course they’re that long. They’re meant to be worn with heels.”

And I thought, huh. Why have them tailored? Why not just wear heels with them?

Oh, that’s right. Because I’m 6′ tall, which makes me awkwardly taller than most men when I wear flats. I can’t make myself any shorter than 6′, but I certainly can avoid exacerbating the problem by not wearing heels.

Suddenly the little hamster wheel in my brain made a turn that it probably should have made years ago. Why is it a “problem” if I’m taller than men? Why can’t I just . . . be taller than men?

I remember my sophomore year of high school, the year I reached my 6′ height. I was wearing a short skirt (as I was wont to do back then) and a pair of 4″ heels, probably the tallest heels I had ever bought at that point in my existence, and I wasn’t quite used to walking in them. I was walking across the courtyard outside the cafeteria, could see a group of about four guys sitting on a bench up ahead of me, and their conversation stopped. I knew they were checking me out, which probably had more to do with my choice of skirt than my face.

As if on cue, I tripped. Not one of those pleasant little, barely-noticeable stumbles, either. I didn’t quite face-plant, but suffer it to say, it was bad.

Peels of laughter from the bench. I tried to pretend that I couldn’t hear them or didn’t notice them as I picked myself up, but it was obvious what they were laughing at. As I brushed by them, I could hear them cackling about how stupid it was for a girl as tall as me to be wearing heels like that.

It’s taken me 13 years, but I finally decided yesterday that those boys were wrong. Screw you, high school boys. Stumbling in heels could have happened to a woman of any height and you didn’t know crap about what a tall woman should or should not do.

So I’m going to wear heels now when I damn well please, and any men who have a problem being around a woman who’s taller than they are can just suck it up. Besides, who the hell says men have to be taller anyways? I know that women typically prefer taller men (and I was no exception) while men prefer shorter women, but it’s not like I’m trying to land any of you anyways. And I’m pretty sure that if I ever find myself widowed or divorced, I’m not going to give so much damn about finding a taller man again.

If you’re wondering what my husband (who is only 1″-2″ taller than me) thinks, he thinks the taller I am, the sexier I am. He usually tries to get me to wear heels, to no avail. So this epiphany has been a happy one for him. He did tell me that he doubts I would ever date a shorter man, to which I said, “I’ll show you! When you die or divorce me, I’m dating a shorter man, and that’s that!”

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DISCLAIMER: I say all of this knowing the long list of health problems that comes with wearing high heels on a regular basis, as well as the feminist objections to high heels as a modern form of foot-binding. I don’t plan on wearing them more than once or twice a week (if that), and even then, I’m generally not on my feet much for school or work.

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Had to resurrect this thread to share this.

Jack, I read that blog post of yours when I saw it linked on Facebook! Good stuff. And, just for the record, shoe discussions are never shallow. Never. There is little of more importance than shoes.

Oddly, before I read your blog post, I was considering chronicling my shoes on my blog. I've not posted anything there in ages, and I've acquired so many lovely shoes recently that I think I'll go for it. Your sexy feets have resurrected my interest!

KA

[_Jersey Girl]

KA

And, just for the record, shoe discussions are never shallow. Never. There is little of more importance than shoes.

Shoes are more important than food, okay? We love shoes because they change us and our mood in an instant. They make us feel strong, sexy, trendy or professional.

I want to see some evidence of your recent shoe history, KA. Can you put the pics up here?

Love shoes! All hail Zappos!

:-)

[_Jersey Girl]

I had an epiphany the other day, KimberlyAnn, and yes, it was about SHOES!

Re-posting this from my blog. I hope you're proud of me.

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(Stand by for what might be the most shallow ClobberBlog post ever.)

I bought a new suit yesterday. New York & Co. (one of the few chains that carries affordable clothing in sizes that can work for very tall women) was having a major sale so that I wound up paying $60 for a $100 suit.

One of the things that surprised me about the pants that go with this suit is that they’re actually too long for me. I bought them intending to have them tailored up an inch, as I already knew I would need a tailor to extend the sleeves of the jacket a bit. Upon seeing the length of the pants, my husband said, “Well, of course they’re that long. They’re meant to be worn with heels.”

And I thought, huh. Why have them tailored? Why not just wear heels with them?

Oh, that’s right. Because I’m 6′ tall, which makes me awkwardly taller than most men when I wear flats. I can’t make myself any shorter than 6′, but I certainly can avoid exacerbating the problem by not wearing heels.

Suddenly the little hamster wheel in my brain made a turn that it probably should have made years ago. Why is it a “problem” if I’m taller than men? Why can’t I just . . . be taller than men?

I remember my sophomore year of high school, the year I reached my 6′ height. I was wearing a short skirt (as I was wont to do back then) and a pair of 4″ heels, probably the tallest heels I had ever bought at that point in my existence, and I wasn’t quite used to walking in them. I was walking across the courtyard outside the cafeteria, could see a group of about four guys sitting on a bench up ahead of me, and their conversation stopped. I knew they were checking me out, which probably had more to do with my choice of skirt than my face.

As if on cue, I tripped. Not one of those pleasant little, barely-noticeable stumbles, either. I didn’t quite face-plant, but suffer it to say, it was bad.

Peels of laughter from the bench. I tried to pretend that I couldn’t hear them or didn’t notice them as I picked myself up, but it was obvious what they were laughing at. As I brushed by them, I could hear them cackling about how stupid it was for a girl as tall as me to be wearing heels like that.

It’s taken me 13 years, but I finally decided yesterday that those boys were wrong. Screw you, high school boys. Stumbling in heels could have happened to a woman of any height and you didn’t know crap about what a tall woman should or should not do.

So I’m going to wear heels now when I damn well please, and any men who have a problem being around a woman who’s taller than they are can just suck it up. Besides, who the hell says men have to be taller anyways? I know that women typically prefer taller men (and I was no exception) while men prefer shorter women, but it’s not like I’m trying to land any of you anyways. And I’m pretty sure that if I ever find myself widowed or divorced, I’m not going to give so much damn about finding a taller man again.

If you’re wondering what my husband (who is only 1″-2″ taller than me) thinks, he thinks the taller I am, the sexier I am. He usually tries to get me to wear heels, to no avail. So this epiphany has been a happy one for him. He did tell me that he doubts I would ever date a shorter man, to which I said, “I’ll show you! When you die or divorce me, I’m dating a shorter man, and that’s that!”

———————————————-

DISCLAIMER: I say all of this knowing the long list of health problems that comes with wearing high heels on a regular basis, as well as the feminist objections to high heels as a modern form of foot-binding. I don’t plan on wearing them more than once or twice a week (if that), and even then, I’m generally not on my feet much for school or work.

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Had to resurrect this thread to share this.

Woman. Wear whatever the hell shoes you like and rock those long legs!