I’ve never understood why women wear high heels. Don’t get me wrong, I would consider myself fairly up-to-date with the fashion world thanks to various television shows and my mom’s slight obsession with a place called TJ Maxx. But (in general) I simply don’t understand why women would want to make the simple task of walking more difficult.
Heck, from what I understand about doggie booties, they do miracles in protecting our sensitive paw pads from the elements, but I’m still not sure that justifies their level of discomfort. Strap four inches of height to that? Forget about it.
I know (based on the ridiculous amount of shoes of various heights and colors my mom owns) four inches is not the norm. So you can imagine my surprise today when I saw the strangest thing on my walk around my pal Diesel’s neighborhood. We saw her at the same time, Diesel and I, and I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking. The woman was walking a collie and a small terrier of some sort down a major road in our community in four-inch wedge heels. I felt a bit like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes bulge out of their heads looking at this woman.
Why not enjoy your walk with your best four-legged pals from ground level? Why be so uncomfortable?
As these questions swirled around in my doggie mind, it hit me. I sure can talk the talk, but when it comes to walking the walk, I had definitely tripped up. Here I am, always talking about accepting (and even accentuating) the things that make us unique, and I am being judgmental of someone’s fashion choice? Shame on me.
Her reasons for wearing those (albeit incredibly uncomfortable looking) shoes are her reasons, and I have no right to question them. The scenery along the journey to self-understanding looks different for everyone, but the destination is the same. We are all at different points in our quests to get to first get to know who we are and then try not to be afraid of it.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment,” suggested great transcendentalist thinker Ralph Waldo Emerson. To be yourself is to be a leader – in your life and the lives of others. My mental commentary on the woman and her four-inch heels was not reflective of my appreciation for the spices in my melting pot of life. It flew in the face of my positive outlook on all people, places and things. It wasn’t me.
After all, there’s a lot of things I don’t understand about this world I live in, but that doesn’t give me the right to analyze and critique simply because I don’t understand. That stranger woman’s shoe preference doesn’t matter in the overall scheme of life. In fact, good for her for being comfortable enough in her own skin to make a statement like that. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not suggesting we all go out and buy a ridiculous pair of shoes to stand out in our various parts of the world. Quite the contrary, in fact. I’m encouraging us all to look deep within, dust off our own personal freak flags, and fly them with pride.
Oh, my dear Wiley. The subject of footwear is one of those truly strange things humans do – there’s no explaining it. I’ve worn my share of four inch heels ranging from wedges to fine stilettos. Then I moved to Seattle and surrendered -everybody wears those fancy dancy shoes only at work – when they go outside, they all wear tennis shoes – our hills are too rough as are the cracks in the sidewalks. And, except for formal functions, I haven’t worn heels in four years… 🙂 However, I believe it is good to have an opinion, then when you catch yourself having such a strong judgment call to stop for a second and figure out why – what caught your attention and flipped you to the “ON” switch? Nice path to trod every once in awhile… 🙂 HuntMode
Disclaimer: my mom loves high heels. Not super high, but high enough. 🙂 So I definitely don’t mean to judge anyone’s choice of footwear, no matter how confusing it may seem to my doggie mind. What I didn’t care for was my snap judgment reaction – it was instant, and confirmed by my friend. That’s what caught my attention – just because friends seem to agree with a snap judgment doesn’t make it right. 🙂 Lots of love dear friend!
I gotcha – just confirming the confusion 🙂
I love that you have taken so much wisdom from shoes!!
Hehe. Thank you friend!
Flying the Freak Flag reminds me of throwing the bullshit flag – only safer. 🙂
Your comment made me giggle out loud. Yes, the freak flag is a little more user-friendly (hopefully), but all things have their place. 🙂
Walking a dog in high heels?
Well, there are so many pretty shoes with high heels – for party, not for a walk og walking your dog. Flats are required for walking, playing and fun 🙂
I know! I was surprised by it too, regardless of how pretty they were. (Oops, I forgot to mention that – the shoes were pretty!). Comfort over fashion though, in my doggie book.
You’re such a good egg, Wiley. You make us all better for knowing you. I am also withholding judgment on the lady in the heels, thanks to you. She may not have made the best footwear choice for whatever reason, but she’s out there with her dogs walking around, heels and all.
Love and licks,
As usual, your sweet comment absolutely made my day. Thank you for being you.
Lots of love,
Some women can not wear practical shoes anymore, because the Achilles tendon has been shrinking already after years of wearing high-heels. High-heels do some bad things to feet, hammer toes for example. The human beauty ideal doesn’t seem to care if it results in deformations.
I hate that about the human beauty ideal. It doesn’t make sense to me. 😦
I love love love my high heels. I even teach all day in them. As for walking in the 4 inch wedges, they are easier to walk in than 4 in stilletos. You have a firmer surface to walk upon. I have worn them to art festivals and while walking around a town I am visiting. I like wearing heels because they make me feel, well…sexy.
That being said, I am also comfortable in sneakers and flip-flops and barefeet. And I am pretty sure that when my new fur-ever friend comes into my home, I will NOT be walking her in heels. Well, at least not for LONG walks. 🙂
My mom also loves high heels – the wedge and the stiletto kind – for similar reasons you mentioned. Great minds as they say. 😉
Lots of love,
Oh I’m with you Wiley. I could never understand the obsession with “heels”. Personally, I’ve never worn them. I like my comfort. Even as a teenager I wore flats. Anything higher than an inch and I get nosebleeds 🙂
Comfort is the best way to go, if you ask me. I hate to think of you getting nosebleeds, so yes – please avoid those heels at all costs! 🙂
Another eye-opener post Mr. Wiley! But I swear, I wouldn’t want to see any dogs in high heels, hahaha! have a good day. 😀
Did you see my post where I was wearing my mom’s leopard-print pumps? Not a pretty sight. 🙂 I hope all is well, friend!
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I understand how you feel about heels, Wiley! I used to wear them years ago, but now flats are my friends…such wisdom you have found from shoes! You are a genius and this is a great post! 🙂