Its been forever since my last blogpost, cupcakes and sex(atleast reading about them) have keep me busy.And my oxytocin(or whatever that love-horny-hormone is) has kept me busy.Nothings really changed in the last few months ,i still hate showers but have a new found liking to "baths".My power to "bedroom-talk" my way out is lost and i still believe my boyfriend when he flatters my boobs.Its been quite the slut-fest on the internet for me to get him a birthday gift.Why cant men make it easier by just saying what they want??.What i do is i put out a list ;and trust me i'm doing that even for my wedding.Yes, a list of what i want.And pray god that you're not the one buying me shoes! They top my list for various reasons from rounding my tushy perfectly to making my hips seems very "fertile".And boy,they'd practically replace every top-of-the-line dildo for me......SHOE_WHORE!!!
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As I watch a fellow colleague teeter down the stairs at work, her normally flamboyant gait is no where to be seen as she tensely grips the guardrail. She lowers herself delicately down.A each step carefully calculated. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot- and she makes it to the bottom without mishap. The culprits encumbering her normally wild grace are easily discerned; her shoes. Her feet are wrapped up in four inch- plus a one inch platform to make for a total of five inches- fire engine red heels. They're strappy sandals that lace half way up her calves with a silk ribbon and have effectively made walking an ordeal. Why do we do this? Well darling, because "Shoes are hot!"
That's right, shoes are hot, and the hottest ones of all are high heels. They're collected, worn, and loved by women across the globe. They're everywhere. They run rampant in books, calendars, photographs, album and movie covers, dangling in miniature precious metal versions from earlobes and chains, and let's not forget the most important place- women's closets.
Shoes are no longer something one simply wears on their feet, but a passion, a hobby, one's personal statement, a source of authority, sexual independence and joy. They're a constant obsession in pop culture, endlessly talked about and fetishized in television, movies, song lyrics, and seem to be worn without fail by glamorous celebrities no matter the occasion. The most notorious of the shoe loving pop culture media is of the smash HBO series Sex & the City, in which shoes are one it's main themes.
Many second wave feminists adamantly condemned high heels for this very reason of constructed sexuality and conformance to male dominated ideals of beauty. However, at the end of the eighties, reclamation of female sexuality and desire swept through feminism. Suddenly women were, if not taking a stand in the name of feminism, seemed to be taking a stand for themselves. They wanted to wear stilettos, they wanted to feel sexy, and they enjoyed their stilettos and all the nuances that went along with them. Along with this physical aspect of sexual power and autonomy, high heels can create feelings of authority. When wearing high heels, one cannot slouch or hang back. "Physically, it is impossible for a woman to cower in high heels. She is forced to take a stand, to strike a pose, because anatomically her center of gravity has been displaced forward." This, along with the added height, can automatically function as a psychological boost. Suddenly a woman is no longer walking; she is upright and strutting, wearing an accessory which physically seems to propel her forward in life. "High heels create a level of authority."
The idea of piecing ourselves together with our things can be applied to any accessory or article of clothing, but I argue that shoes are more than that. Power, sexuality and sheer aesthetic pleasure contribute to a love of shoes. "How is one to account for this hypnotic allure, for so many generations of modernity's women, of the impractical, foot-deforming, outrageous shoe?....For fabulous shoes are indeed a joy.
