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I was looking at shoes today, and while I was browsing, the store phone rang.

“Don’t call here or the other location anymore,” the young woman working there said with an authority I never had at her age (somewhere in her mid 20s) and she quickly hung up. She then explained that the caller was the ex-boyfriend of her coworker, “an upper east side loser who still lives with his parents and doesn’t have to work to pay his rent,” who was practically stalking her, showing up and calling, pleading to get her back.   (more…)

I’m thinking what I’ve lost in objective hotness I’ve gained in common sense and the ability to reason.  (I’m using the term “objective hotness” so my husband doesn’t try to reassure me that I’m still hot to him or at least lovable by bringing me home a box of chocolates that I will no scarf down, gain pounds I don’t need and thus become in my opinion actually less hot, although not in any way less lovable.)

My girlfriend Ronni and I popped into Steve Madden–end of summer sale, how can you not, blah de blah. Among the flats I eventually bought were these high-concept, architectural marvels, some four inches high, with fringes and patent leather patchees and cut-outs in the upper (think open-toe-and-heel boots, like a monokini for your feet) that I think I might have tried on some 15 years ago, in my 20s.

Photo by: THOR, CC Licensed 

Ronni was having none of it. She thought most of them were laughable, and if you think of them as shoes, she was correct. But if you think of them as little statuettes for your feet–kind of like wearing an Emmy or an Oscar–they were kind of awesome. (more…)