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High Heeled Hypocrisy You mean to make my calves sexy and sleek with your strappy towers of three-inch Black-Italian man-magnet misery I defy gravity, yet there is such heaviness in a pretty, painful stride With each heel click you prevent full knee extension, crying “worth it, worth it”– or it is “work it, work it”? Ah, of course– You must excuse my poor attempt at speaking proper Shoe As a woman you and your toe-pinching joint strain fight my better judgement– but admittedly go great with an ankle bracelet and a long, flirteaous, calf-revealing whisper of a dress |
Additional Notes:
I hate high heels, and all that superficial, objectifying, stereotyping crap that accompanies them. Not to mention, the pain we women inflict upon ourselves just to look good! That said, there are those times when, geez, wearing flats with that outfit would really look silly. Just thought you may want a little background into my life-long battle with high heeled hypocrisy. :-)
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