I used to go out to lunch with ‘the guys’ at a previous job. On nice days we’d usually eat outside to watch the girls. I’ve always enjoyed pople watching but with a goal of being amused by the people, rather than anything to do with physical attraction. I’m not sure which is worse really. It was fine though, I try to make lunch into a relaxing period in the middle of my workday and sitting out in nice weather is always good.
I’ve been thinking lately about shoes. I think a lot about shoes. I think I write about them too. I reall a conversation once with my father where we disagreed over hoop earrings. I just don’t get them, while he seemed to think they could be attractive. I still don’t get them, the conversation didn’t go anywhere. I feel similarly about shoes. I’ve talked about heels before, and I think i’ve decided that any motivation for wearing heels is evidence of a character flaw. Wow i’m getting judgemental.
I have “issues” with women’s shoes as well. Supposedly the whole idea around high heels is to enlongate the legs…more appealing to the admirer. I’ve always thought it was more about hobbling and minimizing. Not being able to run. Kinda like foot binding in old China. Now, the really pointed toed ones…I have no idea about that. I have a pair of shoes that should be tossed as shoe goo and duct tape are the predominant materials. Wearing them is like being barefoot. I’d rather be grounded.
This might explain why I never learned how women’s shoes work growing up :).
I’ve taken polls in the past couple of years. Top two answers are:
* Makes you appear taller
* Makes your butt look more perky
Apparently, pointy shoes make you look skinnier. All of this is foolishness. I don’t go around calling woman with pointy shoes fat or anything, but all I can come up with is that they a) believe these things and are concerned about them, or b) do it out of some kind of expectation.
I don’t know if I’ve spoken online about this, I must have. After I dropped out of high school I randomly called this girl from my class one day; something I never did. I think I looked up her phone number in the phone book or something and I had no real reason to call her, probably why I get described as creepy throughout life. Anyways, we chatted for a bit and she had to go to some thing at the school. I thanked her for being social and not telling me to fuck off or such and she replied with “Why would I do that?”. I forget what I said, something along the lines of thats what I expect from people I go to high school with because they suck, no offense. She said that high school was all show to fit in. Nice, so how many of the “cool” kids actually have interesting individual personalities that we’re not getting to see, but instead getting scarred for life? Probably a lot.
I went out for Indian last night and there was this middle eastern looking fella that showed up that was wearing these shoes. I forget what the wooden shoes are called, they looked like that, except not wooden. The toes were pointy and curled up to the vertical and the shoes were kind of glittery and golden. At first I thought, those are awfully fucking silly to be wearing and certainly much less useful than say, sneakers. On second thought, I noticed many of his clothes were that way and I started thinking about culture.
I was already thinking about the two girls behind me as I got to hear most of their conversation about boys. I’m almost sad I didn’t get to hear all of it, these were the girls with the “valley girl” sounding voices and I couldn’t help but feel like everything they said made them out to be some kind of egomaniacs. Which is totally another topic that’s been on my mind since recent drama.
So much of what I see or hear that I think is batshitcrazy, I have to believe there was a culture that nurtured most of it. Can you blame people at that point, or get annoyed/frustrated with them? I don’t know. It seems natural to be, but I don’t know how good of a justification that is.
Gotta go to work.
Yeah, well, a lot of life seems to be about “fitting in.” Not rocking the boat–so that we notice folks who don’t “fit it!” For all sorts of reasons…culture, attitude, whatever.
Then, the whole high school thing sets many up for life….fitter inners or rebels or whatever label one chooses or is assigned. Then people get pissed if you happen to change in a way that takes you outside their definition of whatever label you’ve been assigned!
Recent drama included.