"While platform shoes increased stature for both men and women, from Greco-Roman actors to Venetian sophisticates on flooded walkways, the slanted structure of current high heels descends from the boots of early medieval horsemen seeking traction in the stirrup. Hence high heels have a masculine lineage, latent in their use by emancipated women eager to rise to men’s level.
But this quest for equality, dominance, or merely assertive presence at work and play is contradicted by a crippling construction: no item of female dress since the tight-laced Victorian corset is so mutilating. Pain and deformation are the price of high-heeled beauty. The high heel creates the illusion of a lengthened leg by shortening the calf muscle, arching the foot, and crushing the toes, forcing breasts and buttocks out in a classic hominid posture of sexual invitation.”
CAMILLE! PAGLIA! ON DESIGN AND VIOLENCE!! THE STILETTO!!
I am probably into beauty torture more than most and even I think everyone should wear flats!
It’s honest, is what it is.
“‘Reading fussily’ is not a thing.”
"Oh, you can do anything fussily if you really want to."
UGH YOU GUYS MY SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD SISTER MADE HER TWITTER PRIVATE
HOW WILL I KEEP UP WITH WHAT THE KIDS ARE INTO NOW
"You’re his type, you know."
"Pretty face, busty."
"OK but isn’t that basically everyone’s type?"
I Went to Florida
I saw a bunch of lizards, two old roommates get married (to each other), and a lot of face lifts.
I just sent my mom a VERY urgent email letting her know that I need a copy of the Morrissey autobiography THE DAY IT HITS SHELVES, SENT EXPRESS MAIL.
She hasn’t responded yet and I’m concerned she doesn’t grasp the full import of the situation.
Also, should I have asked for two copies, just in case?