Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Have You Ever Looked Into the Sole of a Killer?
They are cheap, but they are cute. The insides are deceitfully suede-like, tricking you into thinking they will be as soothing as ... cashmere. The heels are wedges, not spiky, giving the impression they would never cause you to turn your ankle. They lie. The only thing they don't lie about is their cheap brand name seared into their silkiness: NO BOUNDARIES. These natural born factory-made killers know no boundaries when it comes to what they will do to torture you. All because you want some cute summer shoes with jewels on them and a denim background. My feet are bruised (literally blue), blistered and cut from these things. I refuse to lose. I will wear these. I will toughen my feet to take the strap like cement would take a rake. I will triumph over these shoes like good over evil, like David over Goliath, like the US Olympic hockey team that beat the Russians in 1980 or whenever, with a war whoop like Howard Dean's when he proclaimed he would whip his tour states into shape: "Yowwwwwww!"