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Thankfully, most men will never have to butcher a cow while wearing high heels
My wife talked me into going with her to a fancy shoe store and, as expected, it wasn't long before women were falling all over me. That's because they were all trying on high-heeled shoes, some of which were so towering that a special negotiator had to be called in to talk them down. These women apparently loved high heels so much that, once they discovered they couldn't afford them, they chose to end it all by unstrapping their stilettos and leaping head-first into the bargain table. I observed all of this knowing full well that if the shoe were on the other foot, men, given a choice, would rather have themselves hobbled. The reason is simple: Men are physically incapable of walking in high heels without looking like a poodle balancing on its hind legs for a piece of cheese. We just don't possess that special gene that women have, which allows them to stride down the street in high heels with leggy confidence. And let's face it. Even if we did have it, chances are we'd still walk-with leggy confidence-directly into a post.
I am going to reveal something about myself that could mean the end of my career. Or, at the very least, the end of my wife's willingness to share a closet with me. You see, in order to prepare for writing this-
I dressed a poodle in high heels.
No. I tried wearing a pair of my wife's high heels. And let me just clarify that it did not include any type of accessorizing, unless you count the scarf, which was used to stop my nose from bleeding after I tripped head-first into the coffee table. For obvious reasons, no one was home when I attempted this, which is to say that I risked my life for this column. One minute, I was making my way along the wall toward an arm of the couch (and feeling pretty good about the way my calves looked). The next minute, WHAM! My ankles were touching the floor and I was trying to remember the number for 911.
Don't judge me. I was a journalist in high heels putting himself in harm's way in order to bring you the truth. God only knows what would've happened if the dog hadn't broken my fall.
T he irony in all this is that men were actually the first to wear high-heeled shoes. That's right. An Egyptian inventor devised them as a way for butchers to elevate themselves off the messy stall floors. This practice of wearing heels lasted approximately 11 minutes, after which the chief butcher to the Pharaoh awarded the inventor his very own pyramid chamber, which he was immediately sealed into.
Eventually, high heeled shoes resurfaced again in the 1600s, when the French used them as a way to elevate themselves above anyone who wasn't French. Ha! Just kidding! They didn't need special shoes for that. However, fashion-minded women in France did hobble around on 40-inch heels, often using long sticks to balance themselves. This helped established Paris as THE fashion Mecca, and more importantly to travelers, as a place where crowded streets could be cleared easily using a single bowling ball.
Just like a pair of stiletto heels, there is a point to all this, which is that men should be extremely thankful for all the sacrifices women make in order to look and feel more attractive.
Especially since they can do it without breaking the coffee table.
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Ned
Hickson is a member of the National Society of
Newspaper Columnists, and an award-winning humor
columnist for the Siuslaw News in Florence, Oregon.
His weekly column appears throughout the Northwest,
as well as in Michigan, Connecticut, Georgia,
Tennessee and Alabama. He lives on the coast with
his wife, two children, and entirely too many
seagulls.
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