Personally, I have always taken the view that provided you can actually walk in a pair of heels, even if it is v-e-r-y slowly they are not too high.
The tabloids have recently had a field day re-reporting that Victoria Beckham will need surgery to remove bunions caused by high heels. Funnily enough wearing really high heels does horrible things to your feet.
No one should be surprised that high heels cause pain, but what surprises me is that people feel the need to keep commenting on it. Some of the headlines (for example Have you Tried Hush Puppies Posh? by Tom Leonard) carry the hectoring tone of your least favourite spinster aunt.
“Dont sit too close to the radiator! You will get chilblains!”
“Take that coat off or you wont feel the benefit of it when you get outside!”
“If you keep pulling that face, one day it will stick like that!”
and so on, and so, and so on and on and on and on.
Quite frankly, if women dressed comfortably all the time life would be boring for us and for everyone else. As Linda OKeeffe puts it:
“Women may wear slippers, put on sneakers and slip into loafers but they dress in high heels”.
In other words, high heels let women play act and pretend to be something we are not. Glamorous, sexy, mysterious – taller.
The boots that I wore today are extremely difficult to walk in – they throw my entire centre of gravity forward over my toes, my lordosis which has taken years to un-curve with yoga and pilates magically re-appears in seconds. Why do I keep wearing them? Perhaps it is because a very good friend of mine from back home gave them to me. She loved the square toe and the 4.5 inch high block heels when she bought them. After a week of fighting the fear of a face plant with each step she offered them to me on the basis that I was the only person she could think of who could possibly walk in them. I miss her, think of her when I wear them and have never wanted to let her down.
A bit of pain is worth it to be a siren for a day. Provided that I can walk home barefoot.