Laurieheels

my date last night had me in a darker red shirt with long sleeves, a black skirt just above the knee, black stockings and 5 1/4 inch stiletto heels, black patent.

I'll apply for a new job at work next week and I'll wear my usual stilettos to the interview, if I get one. Then we'll see.

I wear heels on dates because I am dating a man who likes them. I do think that the attention from wearing heels can be a bit dangerous. I heard a story last night about men who are possessive, who think that if they buy you a drink or have a dance that they get to do what they like. They're usually new to a country and not familiar with the social freedom of women. So wearing stilettos when I am alone is not something I would like, but then, I'd never go to a club all alone, and I prefer to go to pubs and restaurants, anyway. I can't dance!

I've come to the conclusion that I do not mind people looking, but I would be cautious of people who come up and make comments. It can be a dangerous world and some people can have the wrong impression.

Viktoria, it's not exactly masochism, it's just an addiction to heels. Many of us have it, and we're not looking to be uncomfortable. But we put up with the pain because we like the heels. Well, okay, I really don't ever get more than some sore muscles which is easy to deal with, but I still have the addiction.

Sports as the opiate of the masses. History time! Funny, I was just talking about this last night... Travel back in time with me, a few thousand years, and we'll sit in ancient rome. We'll be in an ampitheatre, and in the morning, we'll watch some sport, men riding around and killing beasts. At lunch, we'll be moving about, maybe we care for the public executions that take place in the arena. But then, as the sun has past its peak, we are all enthused, for men come out to fight one another, and somtimes they stain the sand a brilliant red... Yes, we're in ancient Rome. We're watching the games. Of course, we could go to the Circus Maximus and see charioteers race about, and the crowd is looking for an accident and everyone is cheering on the faction they love best... Organized devotion to sports has been around a long time. it is all about spectacle. We love to see something happening, and we love to cheer on our favourites. We cannot do these things ourselves, but we latch onto a star who can perform these great feats of athletic prowess. Our sports today have an element of conflict, they have people fighting one another to win. It is about who can survive, who can triumph. And it's been around a long time. I think that humanity has a basic program in which we all feel the need for survival. We need to win. We like it. Those of us here may be evolving beyond that, because our minds are a bit more open. For those who are not open to new ideas, they retain this idea of being right and being good and being victorious. Sports allow us to take part in this victory en masse. This is why cities turn to riot when their team wins, because they are running on primal instincts and the adrenaline just lets loose! Sitting in the Flavian ampitheatre in 78 AD when an aging Vespasian held his Ludus for a yet unfinished building would have been intoxicating for the people. Maybe you'd catch a gift thrown to the crowd, and you would see the primal aspects of life acted out before your eyes. Unless you were a woman, then you had to sit in the back row where the view was not so good. We now call it the colliseum, and many sports complexes have taken this name. The direct link is obvious. Today's sports are a reflection of the Roman spectacle, which served one purpose - to win over the hearts and minds of the people. Breads and circuses, we call it, and we know it is a way to keep large groups of people entertained and not complaining as much about the lack of status in their own lives... Today, we go to games and they have "free T-shirt night, free flag night" and what have you. They entice us to pay vendors for food and drink, maybe we get something for free, and we watch two groups in conflict. It's all very Roman, isn't it? Does this make sports an opiate? Yes it does. But socially, western culture has been bred to love this for thousands of years. Gladiators could become wealthy, freed men of the empire. Charioteers were imortalized by the factions that loved them. Today is no different. We have fully re-embraced a system of sports spectacle that was the focus of the world so long ago.

This is 900, for me. It's not yet getting me into something different, but Fox posted for 900, and so am I. I admit, I have not been posting as much lately, so it has been a bit slow in getting here. But now, I am! Firmly entrenched at #2.

Another girl with heels in the name, wicked. Welcome to our humble little place, please join in and post all you like. We're all friendly here.

I was trained to be a social historian with some psychology and anthropology background. I understand people very well. Give it a try!

North America is about large breasts. Men may like a woman in heels but they aren't looking down, most of the time, they are staring at chests.

Canada is all about hockey. I only have to deal with the football issue at work. I suppose I am lucky, not having to deal with much of this sports stuff. But so many people, men mainly, who move to Calgary are interested in sports on TV. Wonderful. Mental note, do not date those men.

White capri pants, a white tank top, over that a short sleeved khaki shirt, left unbuttoned and tied at the waist, and white baby doll pumps with a four inch heel. That was my casual Friday at work. Not so casual, was it.

Hey now, I didn't start this topic to create a war zone, this is for pictures and discussion of pcitures. Everyone is entilted to their say. Maybe we don't like how something is said, but that should not devalue what the idea behind the comment might be. And just what is wrong with yamyam? It's the nickname chosen for this site, and it seems fine to me.

I'm not a Swede, and I spell phonetically. Jeg er en sod Dansk pige.

That's been my dream for quite a while, finding a man who likes a woman in heels. How funny, this may come true!

By pasive I meant sit back and not make all of the decisions.

I don't remove my shoes at work very much. I did take them off to change at the end of work, and did go barefoot for a bit. But I just wear my shoes until I'm done wearing them these days, or have a two minute break from them, at most. Oxfords and boots aren't as easy to slip off, so they stay on all of the time.

Today I saw four inch thin heeled boots, four inch stilettos, and three inch classy slingbacks. I was wearing five and a quarter inch stilettos, and a long skirt, not pants, so people could see. But there seems to be a bit of a trend forming.

Tom, thanks! Skol! I forgot to say that when I had my Tuborg last Saturday. Darn!

I think I would qualify as pulled together, but I am not aggressive. Shoes are an extension of who I am, naturally. They are a way to express individuality and stand out. I like to be different. And they are a sign of being sexy, yes, but I think that as I age I am becoming more passive...

Thank you, Highluc, and take care of yourself on your trip! Just imagine, all that time in flat shoes, and the anticipation of heels will really make a difference, it will create excitement when you are done.

Changing what you eat does make a difference. Or rather, how you eat it. I still make great tasting food, but I am finding ways to keep it healthier. This has turned my walking into something productive for my body. Heels can be flauted as a miracle diet, sure, and maybe it will change some trends, but like most "diets" they don't work for everyone.

I like to say communications industry. Technically we are a part of that. I solve problems for customers. They watch TV, use cable internet. That should be more than enough.

If that's a diet plan, it doesn't work for me. Sure, there is increased activity for wearing heels, but it's not something everyone responds to, I suppose.

It's not painful at all, it's just skin. I managed to clean it up. There's no pain involved when I wear my shoes. It was always there a bit, but wearing heels really changes the forces on a foot, and it was accentuated a bit. I think it has to do with my middle toe being a few mm longer than it should.