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Flying with shoes

Airport security is a pain in the ass. It doesn't matter which airport, what city, it remains the same. Slow, stupid and full of people moving through man-made corralls so we can be x-rayed, scanned and patted down in the name of safety.

The funny thing is though, that with a few exceptions I'm pretty sure the reason it's so slow is all because of shoes.

We all need to take off our shoes at airports and we know this by now. It's not a surprise. A few years ago some nutter tried to blow up his shoe, and the plane, and now we all get our shoes x-rayed. So why can't people plan for this?

Every time security is backed up (which is all the time) it's all because of people and their damn shoes. Ties, buckles, boots, more ties.

If you know you're flying, then why not wear a pair of slip on shoes? Something that can come on and off easily and doesn't require you to sit down in the middle of the floor and freak out TSA agents, cause old ladies to trip and hold up…

Shoes according to Cosmo

Every woman I know has a love hate relationship with Cosmopolitan. We can’t ignore it, and yet, we love to make fun of it. It makes us feel bad about ourselves, but we still look at it in the grocery aisle.

It’s like a drug. I know that their “business” clothes only work for girls who don’t go to an office, and that the sex tips they offer are the same month after month, and occasionally throw in something awful like, “twist your hand like you’re opening a jar.”

True story. I’ll let you figure out what they were talking about. (Hint: not opening jars).

Then yesterday in my Facebook news feed about people's kids, what someone had for breakfast, how much someone loves their S.O., shoe posts, and various other bullshit there’s an article someone posted from Cosmo; “Women and Shoes: a Love Story.” They of course start with an opening about Cinderella. Because that's not a cliche or anything.

So I click on it and read, like I have so many other Cosmo articles, and as I’m reading…

Connecting the dots

Part of my problem with shoes (and shopping in general) is that I can't pass up a good sale. So last week when Bakers Shoes sent me and email offering an additional 15% off sale items, I had to see what I could find (like the red heels I need).

Alas, there were no red heels, but there were a pair of cute black patent cork soled sandals, and an amazing pair of navy polka dot sandals.

Never one to pass up a sale I immediately ordered both, which were luckily available in my size. Later that afternoon I realized there was something I didn't take into account. I don't own anything to match the navy polka dot shoes.

Sad at the idea of having to wait to wear them, I posted this on Facebook, and immediately got some suggestions. Nautical chic was the answer from everyone, and suddenly I remembered that I actually own a white linen skirt that would go great with these shoes, especially when paired with a red cardigan and navy shell (which needs to be bought).

So now I have an outf…

Sandals, mandals and acceptable footwear

Men get kind of the short end of the stick with shoes. They need only a few colors, have a few style choices, and according to men, none of them are comfortable. At least not if they're also good looking, and guys can't be uncomfortable in the name of fashion like ladies. 

The only shoes men don't bitch about is gym shoes (not OK for everyday wear) and sandals, which show off their gnarled, hairy, generally unpedicured feet.

I've never been able to make a solid decision on how I feel about men wearing sandals. Commonly known as "mandals." Sometimes it seems OK, and other times it's really not. Maybe it's dependant on the type of mandals being worn.

Actually, to be honest I've never seen a pair of mandals I like. But for some reason they don't offend me. At least not all the time.

When I see them in stores or on men's feet they range in reaction from, "I'm gonna puke" to "I guess those aren't awful.

There's the B…

F*%k these shoes

I have a potty mouth.

Shocking right? Yeah. And if you've ever read anything I wrote then you know that I use "colorful" language. And if you actually know me personally, well then, you know I swear like a trucker. And if you read this, then you're probably not offended.

A few months ago a friend sent me a picture of some peep toe boots that literally said, "Fuck you" on them. I of course had to find them.

As it happens I randomly came upon them one day when a designer I follow (and love) by the name of Massimo Dogana posted them. And they were his design, which I somehow missed.

Never mind all the colorful boots and beautiful textures of his other shoes. The amazing hardware embellishments and wacky print combinations, one Google search of his name and the first page of shoes that comes up are images of the various designs the "Fuck You" shoe comes in. (The second picture is an amazing pair of metallic sandals with jewel encrusted platforms).

Pe…

Walking and rolling

I work in a world where it's OK to wear gym shoes to and from work.

Let me clarify. That happens whether I like it or not. As anyone who works in any downtown area will attest, there are always the power walkers in suits and gym shoes, skirts and gym shoes, and slacks and gym shoes, trying to burn a few extra calories before being chained to a desk all day worrying about getting secretary spread.

I may not like it, but it happens, and I get it.

More and more though I'm seeing women running (rocking?) to and from the trains in the toning/shaping shoes. Shoes with a rounded sole that are supposed to give you an ass like Kim Kardashian(pretty sure DNA is the only way that's gonna happen).

I seem to have missed the part of life when walking to and from someplace wasn't exercise enough and we had to add half a Pilates ball to the bottom of our feet. At least it provides humor as I watch them tip and teeter in gym shoes that make no sense. 

Here's an idea. Go to the …