I haven't worn high heels in quite some time, but because everyone at the conference was decked out in their most dress-for-the-job-you-want finest (and beyond), I felt the least I could do is upgrade the usual flip-flops to something a little strappier to go with my jeans. Sadly, that meant trips from one session to the next involved escalators, overhead signs and a tremendous amount of increasingly painful walking.
I was pretty cranky after day three of trekking around, building blisters upon blisters. H wanted to go to the grocery store (we walk and carry back) that night, and he sort of pshawed my complaint that I had walked six miles that day. Okay, that figure was a bit of an exaggeration, but my days of dancing all night in stilettos are long gone, and I there wasn't even any alcohol to ease the pain. So to me, the foot-ache equivalent of "windchill factor" was about six miles to every one.
Later I reminded H that I was doing all that walking on high heels and he conceded that, indeed, the shoes probably made a big difference. I don't think boys really understand what it's like to traipse around on those deathtraps for any extended period of time. Frankly, I just don't do it anymore unless there's a good reason. But here's a glimpse for anyone who hasn't had the experience: This week Jezebel posted a video in its "What it feels like for a Girl" series showing a man (who's a big stiletto advocate, btw) attempting to walk a mile in three-inch heels. The results might surprise you. Be sure to take a look at Part 2 as well.
Somebody really should determine the distance-walked to distance-walked-in-heels ratio. You know, for the record.
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My favorite part is when he says to not swing your arms.
Anyway, nothing about heels sounds fun to me. I don't get how women function while wearing them.
So, here I am, putting band-aids on the blisters of my OWN feet as I read this. Blisters on TOP of my feet, which is so odd and painful I can't describe. This is what I get for trying to "upgrade" from my usual kicks. I should know better...
I love wearing heels - I love how they look. They are indeed painful, but that doesn't mean I don't want to wear them. It just means I want sympathy and/or expressions of amazement at my ability to carry it off.
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