Really. That hour you spent selecting the perfect shoes for today? The wad of cash you spent buying them? Wasted.
On a good day, we’ll notice your hair, your eyes, your dress, your figure, your smile, and possibly your hands. The odds of us seeing your shoes are slim. If you picked your shoes to give your guy a message, he didn’t get it (thigh-high boots are an exception, but only if worn with a very short skirt).
This public service message brought to you by an old married dude and his teenaged son, neither of whom have any idea whatsoever what shoes my wife wore today.
I have a couple dozen pairs of shoes, and I never bought one pair while thinking of what some guy will think of them. I like them and I buy them for myself.
I don’t make decisions on how I present my hair, my eyes, my dress, my figure, my smile nor my hands with the opinions of men in mind. If I was thinking about what men were thinking about me, I’d dress in a burka or perhaps a burlap sack, with a buzz cut.
My personal style is all about my preferences and I ignore everyone else in the world as much as I can without being hostile.
Do you remember that flap some years ago about Imelda Marcos, at that time the First Lady of the Philippines, owing over 3.000 pairs of shoes?
At that time I discussed this with several of my female friends and not one thought that this was a bad thing. And I’ll bet my dear wife is coming up on that record. I have no idea what shoes she wore today, either.
1 = Taller than me, has tall shoes on
0 = Not taller than me, has flat shoes on
Only 1 draws comment, but not negative, he’s not insecure, he just usually says, “Oh, you’re taller than me today. Nice shoes!” And not because the shoes are nice, but because tall shoes = nice shoes = saying something makes G happy.
I do notice the shoes … when they’re uggs. Please, for fuck sake, anyone, stop wearing those abominations. I don’t care if they’re comfortable, nice, and warm: they’re an insult to civilization, a slap in the face of anyone with even a modicum of decency, they make baby Jesus cry, they make Santa vomit with rage. So please, please, take your uggs, douse liberally with gasoline, and BURN THEM.
I’m sorry, just had to get that off my chest. Carry on.
I suspect very little about women’s clothes or accessories is for men – it’s for themselves and other women. If they dressed for men they wouldn’t dress at all.
What I never really understood until fairly recently, though, is that many women DO notice MY shoes, and other little sartorial details that I don’t pay much attention to.
I have to add that my husband is way more of a ‘shoes-horse’ than I am. Not even counting his work shoes (he’s a postal worker who walks a route), he’s got probably three times the pairs of shoes that I do.
takes seat next to Oakminster, provides obligatory fist-bump
To the OP: speak for yourself. Whether the shoes are being worn for my benefit or not, I notice. But I certainly don’t assume that women are wearing shoes for the benefit of random men.
