I hate wearing comfortable shoes.
I love wearing heels.
I wear them with suits, with jeans, with skirts.
They just make me feel happy. Powerful. Womanly. Rita Hayworth-y.
This high-heel habit is rather new.
I think it emerged forcefully during my sabbatical from academia, when I was in the corporate/non-profit world, and figured I should dress like Ally McBeal's (fictional) sister, the one who got the GOOD hair and big boobs.
But I see that I am still twenty pounds heavier than I was when I got pregnant with Zack, my son who just turned 2.
In my defense, I was extra-skinny and on diet pills when I got pregnant.
know, from years and years of reading trashy girl magazines, that one of the ways people stay skinny is by being active not just by working out but by marching around all day at work, talking instead of emailing, carrying paper to another building instead of sending it by inter-campus mail.
I know that. I get it. I need to do more walking. Fine. Fine. Whatever.
Like spending 12 hours a week pacing, gesticulating, performing -- in high heels -- while teaching history isn't exercise???
Maybe.
((( I guess it depends on how many donuts you eat afterwards.)))
It's HARD to be exceptionally active and walk very far most "as part of my routine" in cute high heeled shoes. I don't care WHAT you saw on Sex in the City. HIGH HEELS AREN'T COMFORTABLE.
There are many days I act like a person on crutches, planning every step, going nowhere I absolutely don't have to go -- because even the best high heeled shoes get 1) painful 2) ruined.
I'm not giving up my heels!!
I wear suits to work, and I don't know if I'm ready to be one of THOSE people who toss comfy shoes (and SOCKS! GAG!) on and go for a walk during lunchtime.
Just wearing tennis shoes with a suit officially ages a person 10 years.
Even if they're wearing J.Lo. oversized sunglasses and bopping to an ipod.
It*simply*isn't*done.
