by Corinne Wnek
Rant alert from a frustrated shopper:
I think of myself as a low maintenance woman. Other people, like my husband, might disagree, but for the sake of argument, believe me. I don’t need a lot to be happy. And I’m not too fussy about my food, my hair or my clothes. But when it comes to shopping for shoes, I do morph into a high maintenance woman. Like a Hollywood diva, I kick up my heels and demand sanity for my feet.
When did shopping for shoes become so hard? Maybe when we ladies agreed to sell our soles to the shoe devil whose only goal is to destroy our feet and make tons of money doing it. A stroll through any shoe department will be enough to prove my point.
Row upon row of selections, are wedges and platform shoes that are so high that I would need to take a hit of Dramamine before going out in them. Sorry, but I can’t walk in what my grandmother would have called ‘clodhoppers’. That’s right; heavy, clunky shoes that are so loud, people can hear you coming a block away. These might work when earplugs becomes an accessory.
Next we have dress shoes which are mile high spiked heels that may or may not be on yet another platform. I don’t walk in six inch heels anymore and liken this to the way I felt about Nik Wallenda as he crossed the Grand Canyon on the tightrope: too high, too dangerous and not my way to walk the walk.
To be fair, some designers have given us the little flat, ballet shoe. Now this is the other extreme. These shoes are often so flat and have no support that it is far more comfortable going barefoot. And when worn with longer pants, the hemline drags on the floor. What’s a girl to do?
We women have always been slaves to fashion and of course we wear the latest styles because we are brainwashed into thinking we look great in them. As for me, I’ll take comfort over pain every time.
And being low maintenance, I’m okay with looking just okay.
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