I have 42 pairs of shoes. This, in the grand scheme, is not that many (I know people with upwards of 100, and not just fictional characters) but it’s a fairly decent amount. Lately, the need for a bloody good shoe collection has increased somewhat, because I have discovered a wonderful secret.
People take you more seriously when you’re wearing seriously good shoes.
You may think I’m jesting, but I’ve conducted scientific research to prove this theory. The sheer fact is, by elevating my height via a four inches of extortionately priced heel, I therefore elevate my status, and people seem to take that to mean that I know what the heck I’m talking about.
It’s not just the fact that the shoes are there, of course. It’s also the fact that a woman holds herself differently when she’s perched atop the twin towers. She pops her hip, you notice. She marches up stairs, her calves define like an olympic athlete. And don’t even get me started on the wonders a good pair of shoes does for your ass.
The moral of this story is, that it’s okay to spend half your paycheque on pumps, which is good, because I just did. Yesterday.
Give a gal a decent pair of shoes and she’ll takeover the world.