Ladies – let me show you two clips! Men – please look away for a few seconds.
The first clip is of poor Jen when she sees the shoes of her dreams:
The second clip is when she takes the shoes off:
I’ve seen this madness first hand. Let me take you back in time a few years. I was in Funchal, Madeira with Mrs PM and we were debating where to go in the evening. I told her that I had seen a couple of bars and restaurants further along the promenade.
“How far?” said Mrs PM.
“Not far at all,” I replied.
I thought nothing of it and we set off. After about ten minutes, Mrs PM stopped and asked
“How much further?”
“About another ten minutes,” I replied.
“You could have bloody told me,” she snapped. “These shoes are killing me”
I looked at her incredulously as her face darkened slightly.
“Why are you wearing them then? Why on earth did you buy them?” I asked.
I think I would have been in less trouble had I spilled a beer over her head.
She looked around with a face like thunder. For a second I thought she was looking for a large object to hit me with but then she just grabbed my hand.
“We’re going here,” she said dragging me into a dingy bar, where she explained to me, as if I were a five year old simpleton, about the basic relationship between women and their shoes.
I nodded thoughtfully as she stood on my soapbox and told me why women buy uncomfortable shoes. Apparently all women are guilty of this madness. Just like Jen in the videos above, women fall in love with shoes and wear them no matter how uncomfortable they are. The idea is that they don’t have to walk too far, just be able to stand up and look beautiful in them.
For men, shoes need to be functional and comfortable and I can honestly say, with my hand on my heart, that I have never bought uncomfortable footwear.
Since then I have noticed this mad trait in women myself, where, in a moment of madness, they buy shoes that are beautiful yet look as if they will rip the poor creature’s feet apart of cripple them for life.
Some of the heels on these shoes are huge!
I was once speaking to a woman at a bar as we were waiting to be served and she started grimacing.
“Are you okay” I asked.
“Just a second,” she said before removing both of her shoes.
“Oh GOD, that’s better,” she said picking them up.
She had shrunk about four inches. The heels were enormous. I wanted to ask her how she had managed to hobble the short distance from her table to the bar but was too scared in case she whacked me her footwear.
I’ve also known women take a huge bag with them on a night out.
“What’s in the bag?” I’ve asked.
“Just my shoes,” they would say.
These are sensible women who wear comfortable shoes to walk to the restaurant or bar and then, when they get there, swap them for a pair of horrific but compellingly beautiful high-heeled foot scrunchers. After hobbling around for the entire evening, the shoes would then be swapped back at the end of the night.
Worse, I’ve seen women do this but then rush up to the dance floor in a night club with the worst shoes possible and bop away as if they were wearing slippers before hobbling back to their table.
I once heard somebody say “All women, without exception, are mad!”
I think this is untrue but when it comes to shoes, a lot of women lose their minds.
Meanwhile, back in that bar in Funchal, Mrs PM told me that women like to dress to impress and there is nothing more impressive than the way high heeled shoes alter the posture of a woman and make her look taller.
But I have news for you, guys – they’re not doing it to impress men – on the contrary – it is to impress other women.
You see for women, fashion is all about competing with other women.
They don’t care about us.
Is this instinct or madness?
I know for a fact that I wouldn’t even consider buying a pair of shoes if I could only walk a hundred yards in them. And this is true of almost all men I know who have met.
It doesn’t make any sense to me and to be honest this is a backwards step in my quest to understand the fairer sex, despite Mrs PM’s explanation.
Here are a few other examples of crazy shoes.
And Mrs PM, if you are reading this and considering buying any of them and you want to wear them, you will just have to get a taxi (though I think you might struggle to even walk the short distance to that).
I know one thing for sure – I am not carrying you.