Gige

Well, again, I am not sure what to make of it other than to say that making something of it may be a waste of breath and time. I agree with@Shyheels that the best response would be along the lines of yes, it is great that such happens in America. I am not sure what the person who utters such comments is intending to convey but I would never take any action that would prevent him from expressing his opinion(s). It is just a shame that my dress, which is so trivial in the big picture of the world, would upset someone. I suppose in a weird way, my dressing like I do has the intended affect I want, which is to be out and be seen. This is not to say that I dress with the intent of making people notice me, but more along the lines of "I'm here and this is how I want to dress." I also agree with @pebblesf that such comments may be a motivated by envy but cognize that narrow/closedmindedness may also be a driving factor. It is a very liberating experience, however, to be out and about in a way in which I want to present/express myself rather than conforming to how someone would like for me to be dressed. Regardless, given how very comfortable I am to be out in a pair of heels and the numerous positive comments and compliments I have received, such a comment just rolled off my back and onto the floor.

4" is probably the upper limit of heel height that I really will not notice but above that, I do feel the height of the heel as I am walking. 4.5" is the maximum in which a can walk in "normal" stride. Above that, my steps and pace are much abbreviated.

This is an exercise for purely debate purposes as I do not know what to make of this situation - let me set the scene. Today's outfit consisted of a light plum colored short sleeved top, a black (almost) mini skirt, lightly patterned tights, and a pair of black Vince Camuto Gessyca pumps which have ~3" heel. I accented this with a black beret and 2cm black hoop earring. In all, a ridiculously cute outfit. After work and a stop at the local wine bar afterwards, I engaged in my favorite least desirable activity - grocery shopping. As I was doing so, I clearly heard an old cranky person (male) say "Only in America." I know it was directed at me as there were few other people within an ear shot of this person. I ignored it and went about my way as he headed over to the check-out lane. I was tempted to head over there and ask him what he meant by his remark but determined it was not worth my time. What is interesting or of concern it that this is not the first time I have encountered this person and his remark. A few weeks ago, the same set of details occurred and similar to today, I ignored it. I am not sure what to make of this and wonder if it is an insult or simple commentary. Thoughts?

Hola Amigos! To borrow a line from my favorite columnist Jim Anchower (Author of "The Cruise" and at the time of his last article was en route to jail), "I know it's been a long time since I rapped with you..." but honestly, I have not had much to say. Recently, however, I have been experiencing an unusual phenomenon which is that although I know I am wearing heels it does not feel like it whatsoever. Given that by 9:00am on days I am at the office I have finished by third cup of coffee (reminder to self...switch to caffeinated) about an hour later, it is break time which usually necessitates a trip to the washroom. What I have noticed is that when I am wearing a pair of heels, regardless of the height of such, I do not even seem to realize that I am wearing a pair of heels. I can hear and feel the heel striking the ground followed by the footbed, but yet, it does not feel as if I am wearing heels. I suppose it might be that my stride and cadence has become so smooth from wearing heels just about every day, that this is a reflection of how it has evolved, or just my confidence in doing so. Yesterday, for example, I was wearing a pair of delightfully beautiful 4" (~10cm) Noe (Brand) ankle boots and as I was walking around my office building, one of the members of my fan base said, "I love your heels..." I had to look down at my feet to confirm I was, in fact, wearing heels. I cannot quite explain why such is the case, but in a minor and weird way, being so comfortable in heels to the point where I do not even notice such takes the enjoyment out of wearing them. Perhaps I should start wearing flats more often to appreciate wearing heels. Uh...no, that will not happen.