Why women love shoes

[Coito ergo sum]

[Millefleur]

High heels makes us feel invincible? They make me feel like I'm going to fall over and either break something or make a complete tit of myself

And what's wrong with Redneck chic

[Coito ergo sum]

What's always boggled my mind is that some folks who absolutely hate doing something go ahead and do it anyway.

I don't like wearing cumberbuns with a tuxedo - so I wear a vest. I hate slip-on dress shoes, so I wear the kind with laces exclusively. I don't like hats, and I therefore don't wear them.

[laklak]

The Heelocampus is larger in female brains than in males. MRI studies have shown frenetic electrical activity in this area whenever the words "Jimmy Choo" are heard. The region is generally inactive in men, unless they're thinking about sex, much like the rest of their brain structure.

[Coito ergo sum]

I was out and about with SWMBO'd recently and before I knew it we were wandering about that abominable, hellish location colloquially referred to as "the mall." I resolved to endure the process without complaint, and wandered among various rooms within this complex structure. The most difficult part of the journey entailed passing alongside many different racks of shoes. It was like running a gauntlet. Shoes beyond counting.

I ventured to question SWMBO'd and risked the inquiry "Do you need a new pair of shoes?"

I could see immediately that this inquiry raised significant suspicion in her mind. "What do you mean?" came her sharp retort, "Do you not want to be here?"

I opted for a tactical retreat, "Nothing - nothing - I just wanted to know what kind you were interested in, and then I could see if I could help look..." She seemed to accept that, although some suspicion as to my motives for inquiring after her purpose seemed to remain.

A long process of picking up various shoes followed. Shoes were examined - placed up against one foot or the other - and then replaced onto the shelf. Sometimes a shoe was picked up a number of times, and I felt as if this shoe or that shoe might have some significance - invariably the shoe was replaced on the shelf. Tracking behind SWMBO'd, I attempted to glean what aspects of the shoe might be important. I chanced to pick up some of the shoes SWMBO'd had examined and seemingly rejected. Try as I might, I was unable to determine any real distinction between any of the shoes and other shoes I had seen SWMBO'd actually wear in the past.

I bent my mind to the task of determining what was wrong with the shoes in the offing at the mall that day. I was sure that SWMBO'd would locate an acceptable shoe and purchase it. Surely, the purchased shoe would have some distinction that I could identify. Alas, after some time and myriad shoes, all of them remained on their respective racks.

I dared to raise another inquiry. "How about this one?" I asked in a kindly manner, holding up an example of a shoe that I believed to be of the correct size for SWMBO'd's feet. A scowl and scornful expression raced across her face as she replied, "No! Are you kidding! I'm looking for CUTE shoes, not UGLY shoes like that!" I placed the shoe back on the rack and turned away towards what appeared to be a vacant resting place. Several other men had found similar perches in and around the shoe racks of this particular store. Women circled the racks of shoes conemplatively.....men sat placidly, some guarding bags and pocketbooks.

I joined them, feeling somewhat inadequate as I was unable to grasp exactly why the shoe which I chose from the shelf did not qualify as "cute." I thought, 'well, these shoes are all designed by shoemakers and fashion designers. Would they make "ugly" shoes? What makes a shoe "cute?"' I was quite perplexed.

Eventually, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time, SWMBO'd fetched me from the male holding area, and in a brief conclusory quip stated, "there are no cute shoes here," and asked, "why can't I find any cute shoes...?"

"Why indeed?" I asked to myself. As we departed the mall, I vowed never again to return to this infernal place. It was not made for me.

[Gallstones]

I wear practical shoes, and none of them have heels higher than 0.5 inches. When I wear shoes, I always plan on being able to walk in them. I will not wear pointy stilts and I will not pay obscenely inflated retail for them.

[Gallstones]

I have this impulse to kick that pretentious bitch in the video with my Rocky Ironclads.
Let's see who's shoes make them feel more empowered then.


Here they be

[Coito ergo sum]

That's hot...

Trigger Warning!!!1! :

[Azathoth]

I was out and about with SWMBO'd recently and before I knew it we were wandering about that abominable, hellish location colloquially referred to as "the mall." I resolved to endure the process without complaint, and wandered among various rooms within this complex structure. The most difficult part of the journey entailed passing alongside many different racks of shoes. It was like running a gauntlet. Shoes beyond counting.

I ventured to question SWMBO'd and risked the inquiry "Do you need a new pair of shoes?"

I could see immediately that this inquiry raised significant suspicion in her mind. "What do you mean?" came her sharp retort, "Do you not want to be here?"

I opted for a tactical retreat, "Nothing - nothing - I just wanted to know what kind you were interested in, and then I could see if I could help look..." She seemed to accept that, although some suspicion as to my motives for inquiring after her purpose seemed to remain.

A long process of picking up various shoes followed. Shoes were examined - placed up against one foot or the other - and then replaced onto the shelf. Sometimes a shoe was picked up a number of times, and I felt as if this shoe or that shoe might have some significance - invariably the shoe was replaced on the shelf. Tracking behind SWMBO'd, I attempted to glean what aspects of the shoe might be important. I chanced to pick up some of the shoes SWMBO'd had examined and seemingly rejected. Try as I might, I was unable to determine any real distinction between any of the shoes and other shoes I had seen SWMBO'd actually wear in the past.

I bent my mind to the task of determining what was wrong with the shoes in the offing at the mall that day. I was sure that SWMBO'd would locate an acceptable shoe and purchase it. Surely, the purchased shoe would have some distinction that I could identify. Alas, after some time and myriad shoes, all of them remained on their respective racks.

I dared to raise another inquiry. "How about this one?" I asked in a kindly manner, holding up an example of a shoe that I believed to be of the correct size for SWMBO'd's feet. A scowl and scornful expression raced across her face as she replied, "No! Are you kidding! I'm looking for CUTE shoes, not UGLY shoes like that!" I placed the shoe back on the rack and turned away towards what appeared to be a vacant resting place. Several other men had found similar perches in and around the shoe racks of this particular store. Women circled the racks of shoes conemplatively.....men sat placidly, some guarding bags and pocketbooks.

I joined them, feeling somewhat inadequate as I was unable to grasp exactly why the shoe which I chose from the shelf did not qualify as "cute." I thought, 'well, these shoes are all designed by shoemakers and fashion designers. Would they make "ugly" shoes? What makes a shoe "cute?"' I was quite perplexed.

Eventually, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time, SWMBO'd fetched me from the male holding area, and in a brief conclusory quip stated, "there are no cute shoes here," and asked, "why can't I find any cute shoes...?"

"Why indeed?" I asked to myself. As we departed the mall, I vowed never again to return to this infernal place. It was not made for me.

You made a mistake there. The correct male holding area while ladies look at shoes is the pub. Let her know which one and tell her to meet you when she is done

[rachelbean]

I like having a selection of shoes cause I do love to accessorize (I've got lots of jewelry and scarves too, all of them pretty cheap and most pretty old). I also choose things based on comfort and preferably very much on sale. And I like to choose these things by myself, in my own time.

[Bella Fortuna]

Poor Coito lives in a netherworld of creaking stereotypes and tired sitcom material.

[laklak]

I admit I do not understand the fairer sex's preoccupation with footwear. Mrs. Lak can spend several (apparently) blissful hours wandering around Shoes-R-Us. She even gets sucked into the shoe aisle at Wally World, even though she knows full well she wouldn't buy anything there other than flip flops. Flip flops do not take nearly as long to buy as regular shoes, I've seen her actually purchase a pair in less than an hour. The closest I can manage to that is hitting Home Depot with a zero balance on my card and an excuse to buy power tools.

[Coito ergo sum]

Poor Coito lives in a netherworld of creaking stereotypes and tired sitcom material.

LOL - it did feel like I was in that netherworld of an old sitcom! I didn't make most of that story up (although I condensed it...lol). I observed the husbands in the shoe section sitting there minding the bags....I became one of them....lol

Believe me, Rachel and Azazoth, I do try to do the pub thing, generally speaking. But, this mall visit kind of sneaked up on me...we were out and about for one purpose, and it suddenly shifted to a quick dash into the mall. Once I had fallen for that, I was done for. I was in the mall, and I was walking around. My alternatives were limited, and under the circumstances I chose the best option was to grin and bear it....

I feel that SWMBO'd really wants me to like going to the mall. She likes going to the mall. She gets upset with me because I don't buy anything, she says. Mainly, it's because we shop differently - she browses, almost grazes, until she finds something that she likes and is a good deal (she gets, I must admit, the most absurdly low prices on clothing and stuff, I'm not sure how...). Me? I need a shirt - I go to the mall and buy a shirt - and as I usually dress in decent clothing, it's usually like $100 or more for whatever article - dress shirts I like to get from Brooks Brothers or something, so they're like $60 to $75 depending.... so, I hate buying lots of stuff - my friggin shoes cost $235 (for a decent pair of dress shoes for my suits), and suits costs like $350 to $400 for an o.k. one. My stuff just costs so much more, so I hate buying it. For some reason, SWMBO'd can find nice stuff on clearance racks for like $10 - she came home with like 8 things the other day and spent $100.

But - she really does "want" me to like the mall. I don't know why. I think she just wants me around, oddly enough. Apparently, despite what some of you think of me around here, in person people seem to like me around. I'm a big proponent of relationships being about compromise, so I'll go with her to the mall (although I can't be compelled to like it), and then we'll go together to the pub for a refreshing beverage or two...

[Bella Fortuna]

Mall = *shudder*

[Coito ergo sum]

Mall = *shudder*

Bella...you have so many fine qualities....and you just added a revulsion toward the mall....

....don't tell SWMBO'd, but I think I love you...