by Kiersten Hallie Krum
Let’s face it: the idea of a woman having a shoe obsession is now so mainstream, it’s now like ticking a box on a Facebook profile. Went to high school. Live in hometown. Have a shoe fetish. Imelda Marcos immortalized the concept of shoe plunder with her infamous closets of shoes. But quantity doesn’t always mean quality, especially when you reach a number that can’t possibly be worn in a lifetime without a devised campaign of attack. Actually, that gives me an idea…
J’adore shoes. Truly. When I visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, the shoe exhibit in the Costume Wing is at the top of my Must See list right next to the Temple of Dendur. Shoes are not merely utilitarian covers for our feet, but the artistic expression of every woman who wears them.
Casual or formal, simple or ornate, a woman’s shoes express personality, attitude, and a prospective heel/pain ratio.
Shoes make a statement. They show off a woman’s legs at their best and instill self-confidence in the wearer. They offer a chance to show off the wild side of a woman’s personality even in conservative environs. Each step taken in them declares an announcement of intent. I’m working out. I’m on a date. I work for a corporation. I have a secret sex dungeon.
Okay, maybe that last one takes a more specific kind of shoe.
I once had a pair of ankle boots I called my “attitude shoes”. When I wore them, I walked with surer steps. I stood stronger. I had renewed confidence.
My four-inch, black suede formals are embroidered with black swirls and when paired with my black velvet formal halter dress, well, I make a statement there for sure. I have a pair of black leather sandals whose straps crisscross in a way that made me christen them “Shoes in Bondage,” a wink and a nod to Jennifer Crusie’s great Bet Me. One of my all-time favorite pairs of shoes are a pair of red and black leather, leopard print, open-toed slides. Man, I love those shoes.
Women in our culture are riddled with body issues and when asked to name their favorite piece of clothing, shoes top the lists. This is mostly because high heels make women appear taller, which can make them feel, if not look, skinnier. Lengthening the leg makes for a more attractive silhouette to both men and women.
But while heels make us stand up straighter and walk with more care, they’re not, in fact, good for posture. High-heeled shoes take the spine and hips out of alignment as a woman’s center of mass is thrust forward. Each additional inch up puts increased pressure on the forefoot. Yet for the right pair of shoes, we shoe lovers will happily suffer and that’s for one specific reason.
Shoes are damn sexy. It’s not only that they lengthen the leg to provide an more enticing image. Stiletto heels also raise a woman’s rear and arch her back into a shape called lordosis, a position some mammals assume when they’re ready to mate. The term is also used to describe male mammals’ urge to mount.
So from an anthropological perspective, standing tall in heels subconsciously broadcasts a woman’s readiness to bang. Add to that the fact that the area of the brain that deals with feet is right next to the area of the brain that deals with genitals and suddenly sexual shoe fetishes make a lot more sense.
Want more sexy play with a shoe fetish? Check out Lady Smut blogger, C Margery Kempe’s, Baby Pink Lipstick Heels novella in her Love on a Spoon anthology debuting this week!
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