~ April 10, 2013 ~
Having just written a book called Stiletto Network, I get a lot of this.
One wonderful CEO posted my Barnes & Noble pre-order link on Facebook with the promise it was relevant to her crew—“whether we wear stilettos or not!”
Yet still the question remains: to heel or not to heel?
I’ve always loved wearing really high heels out because, well, they’re so pretty and they make me feel pretty too. Peep-toe booties? Check. Red-soled pumps? Check. Silver sequin Manolos? I’m a new woman.
I love my stilettos, and now that I’m hustling like mad doing PR for my book (with the geniuses who’ve nudged me toward this foray into “personality”), I’m embracing them again. I’ve escaped my writerly warren and hurled myself into the world to shamelessly hock my wares. I am positively running around town in stilettos, and reveling in that false sense of importance an extra 3 or 4 inches bestows.
(A sense of importance rivaled only by the spectacular narcissism of a blog).
And with every step I take, I’m cursing this callous, cruel mistress for the sting she inflicts. And I’m wondering—while feeling pretty and really quite important—just how fast I can get home to change back into my flats.
As the kids like to say, my dogs are barking.
Down girl. Heel.
So ladies, I leave it to you: is it pointless?