the case against kitten heels.

When I was younger, my mom would never let me wear heels. She had some speech about how there is a genetic disposition to weak ankles in my family and I'll fall and break my neck and then I'll be sorry and what's wrong with those flat mary janes anyway? Of course Mom, being in sixth grade the mary jane thing would be rather embarrassing. Anyways, to me it seemed that kitten heels were the perfect solution. They were low enough to make my mother happy, and they were real, live, big girl heels! There was just one problem. They're impossible to walk in. The teensy weensy heels are narrow enough that all you can do is wobble. This led to me having a supremely embarrassing time at my aunts wedding, proving my mother right and leaving me to spend the next year's bar mitzvah season stuck in flats (not the hated mary janes though, thank God).
The reason for this post ( and I'm telling you this so you don't think I'm crazy and in need of therapy to talk about my mother the foot related abuse she inflicted on me (not to mention the visual, you should see the shoes SHE wears(actually I'll show you, here they are: )))

Anyway, the reason for this post is that for some reason there are a bonanza of kitten heels at my local Marshalls. They aren't even in style! (right?) But no, they have taken over the shelves, and whenever I spy a cute pair of what I think are flats, I am decieved by the tiny heel. It ruins my day.

By Jo

p.s. sorry about how rambly and pointless this post was, but no one's updated for a long time.