obsession, women, and casadei stiletto
famous Canadian Science Fiction writer
Mark A. Carter rants about his preoccupation with beautiful
female feet, bright red lipstick, and stiletto heels, as if anyone
is listening. Hello?
It is quite by
surprise that I noticed a few years ago that I was turned on
by the color red. It was my favorite color when I was young.
And I was also particularly fascinated, as I recall, by women
who wore bright red lipstick.
over the years, my color preference for clothing and
what have you has changed. When I studied
Dramatic Arts, it was the tone black of course. I went
through my grey tone phase and my white. I've been interested
in blue. And currently my preference is green. But when I saw
an ad recently with a model
dressed in terribly expensive red high heels, my attraction to
red was reawakened, and along with it an attraction to beautiful
female feet, exposed and stretched, in those red high heel shoes.
It is odd but true, and bespeaks
shades of a Madonna / Prostitute Complex.
It reminded me
of Fred the Foot who feigned
perusing the larger books on the lowest shelves of the stacks
at the old and now defunct St. Catharines
Public Library where I worked as a page back in the day.
Fred trolled for female feet
and would actually remove books from the lower shelves so he
could stick his head through the stacks and sniff the feet of
inexperienced and unsuspecting female pages, as they went about
their business putting books back where they belonged.
My obsession with female feet
is restricted to an artistic preoccupation, at best. In an attempt
to understand this mild obsession, I happened upon, of course,
designer shoes, which I love to look at, which is an odd surprise
connected to the first obsession. But I was even more taken aback
by the prices. I realized immediately that the elegant designs
that look so much like a foot is already mounted within them
must psychologically prey upon the obsessions of certain women
to adorn their beautiful feet with these mobile
objet d'art. It's a case of their self absorption
with their feet extending to the exposed and flimsy trappings
of beauty that they place upon them to garner a feeling of elegance,
self worth, and even monetary superiority.
Those who can afford the most
expensive designer shoes are the Alpha
females among women. The Casadei
Women's 1800 Platino at
$1,350 trumps the Casadei
Women's 1859 Ankle-Strap at
$980 trumps the Ralph Lauren
Jessira at $695
trumps the L.A.M.B. Women's Mirage
Ankle-Strap at $214.
Everybody knows that. Oh yeah, baby!
And, no doubt, these Alpha
females have a closet filled with designer manifestations,
one pair for each new haute couture
not stupid. I just wear stupid shoes because stilettos look great.
Years ago while
at university, I proposed a theory on the high heel or what I
still call the stiletto
based on the Inverse Square Law which says that radiation
is inversely proportional to one over distance squared. My take
on it was this: the height of the stiletto heel is inversely
proportional to intelligence. In other words, the higher the
heel, the lower the IQ of the wearer. Why do I say this? Imagine,
if you will, the surreal moment I had in autumn of
2010 when I fell out of my right slipper, which had a
three quarter inch sole, and came crashing down on the
top of my foot. Crunch. My
hair literally stood on end when I looked down and saw the bottom
of my foot pointing up at me. It was wrong. It was
way wrong. The result was a severe sprain with all of
the usual bruising, pain, and swelling that goes with it. I couldn't
flex my right foot for seven months. And I still walk with a
limp because of that sprain more than a year later and maybe
forever. Now imagine the damage from falling off of a
six inch heel.
My question to
the women of the world who don the
stiletto heel is this: Why? Are you willing to
risk permanent back damage from wearing these monstrosities let
alone the likelihood of ankle strain, sprain or break all for
the sake of fashion? The cost far exceeds the benefit. But I
forget that you also wear them to accentuate your ascending superior
spine. And where would a girl be if men weren't staring at that
with her pelvis abnormally tilted because her entire body has
had to realign itself to compensate for the
six inch heels she is wearing.
Also, when you
think about it, which you obviously have not if you are a woman
with a closet filled with stiletto
heels, these attractive foot coverings are designed
to hobble women. Hobbling was done to negro slaves in the United
States, who were considered the human property of rich plantation
owners, to keep them from running away in the night. A sledge
hammer was commonly used to break one or both of their ankles.
And this is how I see women in stiletto
heels. You cannot run away when you're wearing them.
And you most certainly will be limping for the rest of your life
after you fall out of them and damage yourself. And you will.
As the saying goes: it's not a matter of if. It's a matter
of when. So, the question becomes, why are you purposely
choosing to be a slave to fashion, to men, and to yourself? It
is a great step backward in the hard fought struggle for the
liberation of women. So, I am confused.
Women's 1859 Ankle-Strap
I would like
to scream from the rooftop: don't hobble yourself in the name
of fashion. But I won't. I would like to shout: liberate yourself.
But nobody is listening. No one ever listens to what I say. It
is the curse of my Cassandra Complex.
In fact, most women will, no doubt, do the opposite of
what I say just to be rebellious.
So, here goes
nothing: Do not buy any of the shoes mentioned on this page.
But they call to you. Don't they? I would be the first one to
admit that they are indeed beautiful. I can even see you in them.
The smell of foot sweat on Corinthian
leather is intoxicating. Isn't it? And those red heels
are to die for. With apologies to
Shakespeare and his vile Scottish play: Is that a
Casadei Women's 1859 Ankle-Strap I see before
me? Cha ching
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