Some women claim that wearing stiletto heels is one of the things that keeps their men interested, and there’s no denying the fact that a high heel enhances the shape of your leg and puts a little extra strut in your step. But every time I hear a woman claim that the secret to a lasting relationship is cooking every meal in a pair of 5 inch heels I cringe deep in my soul. Let’s forget about the fact that like any sane person I’d obviously rather be wearing slippers than tottering on a stiletto and a prayer. I cringe because there’s something distasteful to it that reminds me why you might see a stripper barefoot, you might see her in some clear “stripper heels,” but you’ll never see a stripper in a sensible flat. What gives?
I’ll admit that I started thinking about this when I couldn’t find a cute shoe that didn’t have a masochistic heel on Friday, went to a party with some 3-inchers on and had to take them off as soon as I got in the car on Saturday, and spent Sunday massaging my own feet thanks to the aches and pains from the night before. Maybe this is a personal problem and I have no business putting a heel on my strangely shaped feet or I need to get back into the swing of things after not having rocked high heels for so long. But there’s no denying that the height of your average desirable shoe has gotten out of hand (how in the world do people walk in Louboutins?) and I don’t know if I’m just being a a hater or if the feminist in me is taking a closer look at how objectifying a stiletto heel can be.