For
this year's Halloween festivities at work, I dressed up as 47 year old
Sandy from Grease -- hot pants, red stilettos, and wrinkles.
First of all, I killed it.
Secondly, any woman that wears high heel shoes on a regular basis is BAT SHIT CRAZY.
Did
these shoes make my legs look longer? You betcha. Was it slightly
powerful to stand eye to eye with my boss while talking? Sure. And was
the trade off of pinched toes, aching arches, and walking in teeny tiny
baby steps at a fraction of my normal gait worth it? Hell NO!
For
all the gals who say they are more comfortable in these torture
devices, I say they have confused the ego boost of male attention with
the importance of actually BEING ABLE TO WALK. Just because you have turned your shackles into Jimmy Choo's, it doesn't make you any less of a prisoner.
So yes, I dressed up and was amused for a day. But it isn't funny when huge segments of one gender cripple themselves by choice.
And don't even get me started on the handicapping effects of those long ass painted nails!
--Heather
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