I agree with Curiouscub.
(and, interestingly, i was having a conversation about the stupidity of womens shoes to my sister the other day)
I've always thought it bizarre the lengths to which we need to change our original form to make ourselves more attractive.
Surely we were born with the means to attract a mate - it makes sense when evolution is considered.
Reading through this thread, i am reminded of how picky guys are about the appearance of girls. No wonder rates of annorexia, bulemia and depression are rising around the world. And no wonder women have the image of shopping and spending lots of money on our appearance... it's because we need to conform to an image of perfection that is rarely our birthright. Advertising and marketing ploys only play on this.
I know i conform. I wouldnt dream of not shaving. I wear makeup when i go out. and i wear contacts. I go on crazy diets and when i could afford it i was obsessive about the gym. I try and squeeze my feet into uncomfortable shoes.(*see end lol) I know that guys look at me me more when i do these things.
moreover, i know i have big, ugly (strangely, my bfs have said cute) hands and feet. My hands are great for playing the piano, but not beautiful by any means. I recently got so upset about it that i spent 80 dollars getting fake nails put on. I went from being embarrassed to hold glasses of wine etc when i was out because i knew it would bring attention to my hands, to having my hands complemented by complete strangers.
so girls, yet again, the message is screamingly obvious. Spend all your money making yourself more beautiful than you are, because the way you're born is never good enough.
*once i bought these pointy shoes which looked fantastic. on the first night that i wore them, i went out - near my house - with this guy that id had a crush on for ages. I soon realised that the shoes were uncomfortable, and about half way through the night i realised that they were cutting me. By this point i was trying my hardest not to limp because i was too embarrassed to say i needed to go home and change my shoes. By the end of the night, my feet were actually bleeding a bit and he noticed me limping so we had to catch a taxi home (it would have been a 5 minute walk)
anyway. i was so embarrassed for ages after that that i refused to go to a doctor, despite my elder sister's protestations. I still was denying there was any problem when the cuts went a really angry red colour, so my sister deviously got me to come to a chemist with her and then much to my embarrassment, showed the chemist.
of course i started denouncing her as babying me and saying its just a scratch etc when the chemist told me i should see a doctor straight away and id need antibiotics.
turned out to be celulitis (sp?) which is an infection that goes through your flesh and is a serious problem if it gets into your bloodstream. Apparently if you leave it too long the area turns gangrenous and have to have it amputated.
so there you are ladies -
sexy womens shoes = amputated feet
lol