Been away sooooo long.... why? Because each time I saw the last post I said to myself: that's exactly what I want to write, nothing further to say.
But the issue today is: high heels. After a fruitful conversation with someone a while ago, I started wondered: what are high heels? Can I be happy without stilletos? Is it what I am missing to become a self-confident modern woman? I am adolescent or even childish not to have a pair? And what's up with long legs? Do I need those to be attractive, or to feel good about myself?
High heels are a leftover from the corsage. Picture a man in high heels. A manly man, a man's man, a family man in high heels. What's so strange and wrong about that picture? What's so disturbing?
High heels are the epithome of fragility, ethereal figures, floating but not walking. You have to learn how to walk with them, they are effort made invisible. High heels make you perfect, in a "natural way"- a goodess floating gracefully above the ground.
They hurt, are uncomfortable, alter dramatically your height, make you a little unrecognizable sometimes. You can't run well. But everyone says you can, "you just need to practice". They make you be tense all the time - in perfect equilibrium. That is also labelled as healthy exercice. In sum: only careless women or those with no self-esteem pass on a good pair of thin platforms.
It's what others do. They wear high heels. Of course we should do so too. Plus, they help mark special events, special garments. They give men a sign that you are desirable and are out tonight, not mopping your floor or watching a soap opera. Yes, you are a fully packaged woman. You will not be cuaght off-guard.
And your feet must be beautiful! Paint the nails, get pedicures, apply creams. You have walked in a baking sun? Hurry to the bathroom, apply creams and masks and all the other things, before someone sees how rough your feet are! God forbid anyone knows you walk and run and use your feet to stand on! That's not what they were made for! They were made for sparkling Cinderella shoes, to be displayed and approved. In a pair of beautiful high heels.
High heels today are obligatory, normative, expected in the mainstream world. Another rule, another requirement. But be careful! Do not exagerate, do not go "over the top" with some badly matched skirt and high heels. Otherwise you may end up looking like a tramp, a prostitute, a lost woman. Keep the balance, balance yourself on the high heels: a lot of make up, but not too much, short skirts, but not too shorts, colourful dresses but not too colourful, original but not too originial.
And careful with bright red lipstick.
Can't help but get tired... Of this self-warranted criticisms, that have a justification bigger than me. Being a woman is suppose to be a painful, sinful job. It involves paranoia, self-degradation, self-control and a complete lack of faith on the equal value of men (because they are all pigs you know...)
Sometimes I wonder what made me so insensitive to these societal constraints, so uncooperative? Don't we all... Then I think of litening to No Doubt on the radio with this song. Was that it?
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