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Day 226: Where I Debunk Some Stuff

The article that got me on this three day rant was inspired by a study done with Wellesley College, Massachusetts and Kansas University and published in a study called Shoes as a source of first impressions. Remind me why I am going to do a literature PhD and not one about shoes again? What first impression do you think your shoes give? I think my shoes say this about me: There is a budding little exhibitionist in there just wanting to burst out and burlesque about. You express it through shoes because showgirl outfits don't come in your size, and do breach (un-stated) dressing guidelines for most places including work, walking the dog and supermarket shopping. You secretly like to be complimented on your footwear. As if that isn't the shoe version of the old horoscope staple 'you're going to meet a dark stranger with lots of money'. But enough talk, let's finish this thing. Last five shoes types are below with the Herald Sun's interpretation first and mine second, but see yesterday and the day before for the whole story.

Chunky platform boots: Confidence/insecurity issue, needs to feel butt-kickingly powerful.

Chunky platform boots: Needs, or wants? We don't need to be Lisbeth Salander, we want to. We want to rock it, stomp it, kick its butt. But that doesn't necessarily mean we have an insecurity issue. These shoes say you like to, occasionally or full-time, play a role of your own choosing. It may be your ideology, your fantasy or just your sense of fun. They say your decisions of how you are going to be seen is yours, no-one else's. How confident you may or may not be is secondary, what counts is how confident you look.


Heels - 6cm: A woman who knows herself very well, comfortable in her own skin.

Heels - 6cm: This shoe-wearer wants it all. The heel, the added height, the ability to move. It is hard to generalise this shoe to one type of woman though, because there is not just one type of short heeled shoe. This height ranges from the orthopedic to the kitten and everything in between. You have to take each pair on its merits. I am not really sure why the Herald Sun thinks that these short heeled women know themselves so well—maybe it's because it takes a brave, confident, knowledgeable woman to give up beauty for orthodics when the torment on the feet and everything attached to them becomes too much—but ultimately a six centimeter heels is comfort in someone else's skin or vegan skin-like substance.


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Sandals: Confident about herself, probably working in a professional field, not easy to get along with.

Sandals: Could we pop in a couple more disparate things in there to make it a more ridiculous analysis? What about six foot tall and addicted to Candy Crush Saga. And professional? Professional shoes are court shoes, or peep toes, or mary janes: heels if you're trying to impress or flats if you are getting things done. But professional shoes are not sandals. Beach shoes are sandals, casual shoes are sandals, date-night shoes are sandals. Sandals would not get past most companies' Health and Safety legislation. And the last bit? Sounds like they made that up. Sandals are fun shoes; they can also be fun-sexy shoes. They can also be intensely practical. But they dont say 'I'm going to be a handful because I have three buckles to do up on my shoes', or 'because you can see my toes'. Your short and practicals say that you are ready to go in the slip of a sandal; your sexy and highs say you are ready to go in the slip of a sandal. Two completely different clauses there, I hope you notice. Meaningwise.


Ankle-strap flats: Only for those with long, slim legs. Confident, a good earner, ambitious.

Ankle-strap flats: According to the Herald Sun, it seems, unless you are wearing chunky boots, all shoes make you confident. I think it is because you can, for the most part, rest assured you won't step in gum or squish something between your toes (which happened to me once with a slug and it makes me feel a little ill thinking about it to this day). I'd like to know the proportion of the population who have long, slim legs because there is a whole lot of exclusion happening for those who don't. Stuff it! If you want to swathe your cankles in gladiator straps or ballet ribbons, go for it. After all, you are confident and you don't care. You are going to wear what you like and you are probably a professional because you are a good earner. Either that or you are a model and have long, slim legs and don't get out of bed for less than a mil'.


Flats: Seen as a conformist, traditional, perhaps a little timid. Print flats though, tell another story.

Flats: So you are one thing, unless you are another thing, depending on what you are wearing. Mmm. Common theme. Sorry I am getting off track and just criticizing the Herald Sun instead of telling you what your shoes mean. If you like flats, you like having your feet in shoes. You like to walk in them. You are creative because you have so many exciting and cute pairs to choose from to compliment and contrast your outfits. Otherwise you may be boring and just get a pair to wear at a job when you are on your feet until they fall apart. You may like cats, or be a dog person. You may believe in a God, a cosmic order or nothing at all. You may have long skinny legs and ambition or short chubby ones and a lacksadasical attitude. Or any combination. You could be anyone, but you are probably you.


That is enough. Thank goodness that article came to an end.

The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Vest: Op-shopped Vintage
Shorts: Op-shopped and altered
Bracelets and Headbands: CCJJSS (Cheap and Cheerful JUnk Jewellery Shop Somewhere)
Shoes: Irregular Choice 'Alaska'


Photographer de Jour: Moi


Who wore it better?

Getting linky today with:
Thrifters Anonymous


stillbeingmolly


DCinStyle

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