You are all dolled up, looking sexy as hell. Your guy has also dressed to impress. Perfect! He slides on his business shoes, you slide into a pair of heels. So what's wrong? 5 inch killer heels!!
Well, from then on your life is just a long road to balance. You tip toe all the way up to the car, from the car park to the restaurant, from the restaurant to the restroom, back to the table... and then the whole grind in reverse once again. And heaven forbid if there are other plans in between - "Lets walk to the beach, it's beautiful" or you hear him say, "How about we go to a club for a while?" Sweet but what about the killer monsters on our feet. I wonder if they even realize how difficult it is to walk in a slant all along, ankles flying against gravity, toes squished in a baby bangle-sized front - and all this while we put our best foot forward. Well, literally!
This year, actress Emma Thompson walked to the Golden Globes awards stage with her Christian Louboutin heels in hand. She joked that her trademark red soles (For the uninitiated: Loubs, as they are called, always have a patented red sole) were stained with her blood.
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| Actress Emma Thompson with her Loubs in her hand |
As with a lot of other things, our triumphant tall walk is taken for granted. Do we really need to be so uncomfortable, do we need to go through all this pain, can't we just wear a pair of flats to a classy function, to a high tea, to a pub or a club? Hell NO! We love our heels, even if they are 'killer'.
We women, it's just us!
We women, it's just us!
So what has been your heel story? Would love to hear.
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