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Men of Science vs. Women of Stilettos January 29, 2012

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Who needs science when you have stilettos? Photo by Jean Thornton

Sometimes I think men are just jealous of how strong women really are.  How else can you explain some men’s constant attacks on women’s footwear?  The most recent of these attacks came from two scientists whose recent research findings were published in the Journal of Applied Physiology.  These men of science say their research shows that women who wear heels for 40 hours or more a week moved with shorter, more forceful strides, and that stiletto strutting ladies’ feet were perpetually flexed in a toes pointed position.  These movements continue even when barefoot (okay, here is the first issue I have with this study—why are they taking off their shoes?) because the fibers in the calf muscles of shoe girls had shortened, thus putting much greater mechanical strain on their calf muscles than those women who had the poor taste to wear flat shoes. 

Men of Science, such as these researchers, might have a few x-rays, statistics, and charts on their side and perhaps some proven facts.  But as a Woman of Stiletto I cannot help but find fault with this study.  First of all, the designers did not study each woman in heels of varying heights.  I think it’s perfectly logical to assume that any woman who wears heels for 40 hours or more a week likely has a vast variety of shoes in many types of styles, heel heights, and support.  A Mary Jane pump might provide greater support than a strappy sandal.  A good shoe girl would recognize this and consider this when selecting shoes for the day.  Yes, many of us shoe girls will push ourselves to extreme for a cocktail party or evening out, but we generally have better sense when preparing for a busy day at the office.  It is logical to wear those more sensible Mary Jane Pumps when strutting up the street. 

Another problem I see with this study is that is was not done in a natural environment, but inside a laboratory instead.  Here the women were put through controlled tests, walking certain distances while having their every move (or lack their of) recorded with electrodes.  But Women of Stilettos do not simply walk back and forth in a laboratory!  We strut down the street with confidence and grace to a sound track in our mind.  Show me a girl wobbling in her heels, and I will show you a girl with no personal theme song playing.  This study also gave the Women of Stilettos a lack of purpose in their walk.  A woman with a destination and drive behind her walk is a woman on a clear mission.  She is moving not to go solely from one side of a room to another, but to go somewhere, to do something with her actions. 

But beyond these issues I see with how the research was conducted, and I offer another theory, which is this: Women of Stilettos are women of faith.  We climbed on top of something that should scientifically and logically not hold our weight.  No one would design a building with the logic of putting all the weight onto two tiny spokes.  Yet, women do it and have faith that we can hold ourselves up.  Women of Stilettos are women who believe that we will not fall down; even when we wobble a little we can self correct.  We see the world of cobble stone roads, loose gravel walkways, or grassy fields not as hindrances but just other challenges to overcome.  They are just another step that must be taken to move forward. That step might be shorter but they are forceful steps as the research of Men of Science shows. 

Men of Science might be able to measure how my toes point even when resting or that my calf muscles have been altered by my choice of shoes.  But as a Women of Stiletto I kind of have to shrug my shoulders and say, “so what” and simply keep on walking.  Because a Women of Stiletto does not stop long enough to hear what Men of Science have researched; we are too busy moving ahead.

 

To Love a Shoe Girl September 27, 2009

How can you not love a shoe girl in these Issac Mizarahi heels? Photo by Jean Thornton

How can you not love a shoe girl in these Issac Mizarahi heels? Photo by Jean Thornton

It can be nearly impossible to love a shoe girl in any form—be it a romantic love, a friendship love, or even a family love.  We are complicated creatures who have let our dreams run wild and had the good fortune (as well as the curse) of having those dreams come true.  We know that ankles can be adorned with rhinestones and bows.  We believe that toes should be wrapped in ribbons of satin and silk.  And we can be taken to new heights on delicate pedestals with pointed silver caps. 

Shoe girls believe in magic.  We think that mystery is a part of every day life and want to be just as mystifying as what the next shoe box holds.  The entire world becomes a shoe store to us; every where we look another example of imagination at work in ways we never thought could come to life.  Amazing feats of engineering that would baffle the architects of the greatest buildings of our time are standard expectations for a shoe girl. 

A shoe girl never stops searching for the next great shoe.  We fall silent in awe as we discover a new configuration of sole, arch, and heels that make us wonder just what next season’s pumps and platforms may bring.  The moment our minds seem satisfied with the shoe that fits, we are dreaming of the next, knowing it must be better since this one is more wonderful than the last.   We believe, like children believe in shooting stars and birthday wishes, that the next great shoe will come just as all the ones before it.

Our hearts are as big as our shoe closets and, just when we think it is full, we find a little more room.  Shoe girls remember their first pair of shoes just like they recall their second, the thirty-fifth, and the one hundred and seventeenth.  Like a faded corsage from a prom date, we keep the memories of what those shoes meant to us long after the event.  Whether the shoes were making us Cinderella, super heroes, or intelligent young minds accepting diplomas—each pair is a part of our own complicated history.

We are never satisfied with just being practical and often find that one pair is never enough… of course sometimes six pairs are not enough either!  It is easy to see us as self-centered or consumed with the joy of unwrapping a new pair of boots in early autumn.  But just the same we celebrate that every moment has a shoe and every shoe should have its moment.  Those new boots are destined for strolling through newly fallen leaves.  Strappy sandals are for summer weddings and dancing with good friends.  Sometimes a pair that celebrates the smallest accomplishment will lead to bigger moments in the future.

There are many things that could be criticized about a shoe girl, but there is usually much more that can be admired.  She may not always have the shoe or the answer for every situation; however, no one will try harder to find either one.  We are girls on a journey in stacked heels and spike stilettos; we are not always sure where our shoes are taking us, but we are blazing ahead at full tilt. 

Yes, a shoe girl can be hard to love.  But if you get the chance to love a shoe girl, she will probably love you just as passionately as she loves her shoes.  She will make sure you are protected from the elements and dangers of the world.  A shoe girl will believe in you whole-heartedly even when it seems your goals are impossible.  While others may think you have peaked, a good shoe girl will gently ask what’s next.  She will think of all the perfect moments you share and remember the imperfect ones with rose-colored glasses.

As frustrating and infuriating as a shoe girl may be to love, she is like that new pair of amazing heels that you just have to have even if she pinches a little and costs a lot.  All shoe girls know that pairs are a good thing and no single shoe can walk smoothly alone.  As much as we may try to do it all on our own, we understand the need for a match.  With that in mind we cautiously open our shoe closets and invite others along for the ride.  As difficult as we shoe girls are to love, it is even more impossible not to love us.

 

Learning From Our Shoe History August 9, 2009

These Betsy Johnson silver stunners are suited for a queen, a first lady, or even just an Island Shoe Girl. Photo by Jean Thornton.

These Betsy Johnson silver stunners are suited for a queen, a first lady, or even just an Island Shoe Girl. Photo by Jean Thornton.

If you like shoes, people will occasionally tease you about your passion.  If you love shoes like I do, people will try to warn you of the dangers of too many shoes.  Yes, I am well aware that walking, biking, and sometimes just standing can be a hazardous task.  Just look at the bruise on my left knee compliments of a wet floor meeting my stylish-but-slick Rampage stilettos. 

 One such cautionary tale that I hear frequently is that of the famous women who let their love of shoes lead to their downfall and not just a slip on a freshly mopped floor.  Two such historical figures I have been warned about are Marie Antoinette (also known as “Madame Deficit” by her not-so-loyal subjects) and the queen of shoe excess, Imelda Marcos.  With the cautionary words “those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it,” running through my head, I do what any good shoe girl detective does, put on my best investigating stilettos and surf the web!

The similarities of these famous, well-heeled ladies are more abundant than one might think despite the centuries separating their rise to fame and political leadership.  It can be argued that both women became political figures because of their husbands’ positions of power, whether inherited or elected.  While both women had a level of notoriety prior to their marriages, without their husbands their lives would have been much different.  Perhaps it was not so much the shoes they wore, but the men they stood beside in them. Tammy Wynette should have consulted with these girls before declaring, “stand by your man!”

Their public held both ladies as examples of grace, elegance, and trend-setting style—at least at first.  However, their public displays of glamour quickly fell out of fashion when their subjects were left with all of the bills but none of the lifestyle for themselves.  Imelda was ridiculed for creating charities that did little to serve those in need and hosting elaborate government ceremonies that appear to have celebrated little more than shameless excess.  In fairness to Marie, it could be argued that the royal family she married into was far more wasteful with money than she was; remember during this time France was involved in expensive wars that were very unpopular.  But wear amazing shoes and suddenly all the world’s blame falls at your feet!

About those famous feet, let’s acknowledge the designer elephant in the room.  Marie and Imelda loved shoes—who can blame them—surely not me or any other girl who has ever tried on handcrafted Italian leather soles!  Marie was rumored to have had 500 pairs and a servant to attend to them; I dare to dream of this day for myself. While Imelda is known for her exorbitant number of shoes, it is hard to find a confirmed number; reports range from 2,500 to 5,400 pairs, but Imelda insists it was only 1,060.  

I can understand that either lady had more than enough shoes. Yes, it can be reasonably argued that it would take years to wear 500 pairs of shoes even if you wore a different pair every day. I can easily have three changes a day and I am not a head of state so I cast no stones!  As much as I hate abuse of power and over spending, as a culture we expect a certain level of indulgence from our political leaders.  Look only at the number of Inaugural Balls held to celebrate the election of a president.  Immediately after the confetti and balloon drop, we begin to scrutinize every penny spent.  There is a fine line that must be walked, in platforms or pumps, between fulfilling all the expectations without exceeding even one by the slightest.  I believe we have to consider the complicated roles in which Marie and Imelda found themselves.

Both of our ladies of leisure had to flee their palaces and their shoes to save their lives.  While Imelda has been tried for various crimes, so far a conviction has yet to stick.  Of her shoes Imelda said to Time Magazine in 2006, “When they opened my closet they found shoes instead of skeletons” and those famous shoes have grown in legend and in reality with their own museum.  As to our young Queen of Excess, Marie’s fate was far worse; she faced the true wrath of French Revolution head on, and I don’t mean that figuratively.  Her shoes and the rest of her wardrobe were also victims of an angry mob that looted and spread her belongings across the countryside as symbols of the revolution.  The only surviving item was a shoe that Marie lost as she ran with her family in a last attempt to save the fairy tale life she had been promised.  Unlike Cinderella, that shoe never made its way back to the ill-fated Queen.  

Is the ultimate lesson that I should give up my shoe ambitions and live a life of flat-footed simplicity?  Before I pack up my shoe closet there is one more victim of the shoe who also had to flee a home: the Dalai Lama.   He was called a “very political old monk shuffling around in Gucci shoes” by Rupert Murdoch.  Allow a moment for the insanity of this comment; look only at the man’s feet once to know he is not wearing Gucci. 

Which I think is the lesson we might learn from all of this: no matter how you try to fill the role you are cast in life, there will always be detractors who try to shift the focus onto more negative things. The true lesson of history is to always have more good deeds in your closet than designer heels.  At the end of life you may only have one shoe left that expresses your personal style; investing in a good reputation may in the end be the better fashion statement.

 

 
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