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.
