It's Not About the Shoes!?!

So maybe it's not about the shoes. I did suspect that it wasn't, although after watching six seasons of SATC this summer I did start to wonder if it was just me missing something here. But after reading a man's take on the situation I have concluded that he is probably right, and it is certainly not about the shoes. And I quote:

"I'm sure other women will be incredibly impressed by your new Jimmy Choos or Blahniks. But, ladies, the only time a man will notice your shoes is if your feet are wedged on top of his shoulders bouncing either side of his head."

I'll keep that in mind then. Although in my case it is in fact about the shoes sometimes, just the other way around. Being six foot tall I am generally better off without heels. That way I seem to alienate less men, which I suppose is a good place to start. Yes, I did read that somewhere.

I have to admit that although I probably wasn't supposed to, I did laugh out loud a few times too many on account of British girls. Mainly because it was well written, but also because it brought back some memories of my own. I still have a vivid image in my mind of English girls sporting tracksuit bottoms accompanied by high heels and a small fancy handbag to the pub.

But I stopped laughing when I reached the bit about the lovely girl he dated –who’s hands were, I quote again:

"...rough and leathery like a tree-climbing monkey’s. Years of working around horses had given her the hands of an 80-year-old Siberian coalminer. Surely some sort of moisturising routine would have been a simple and inexpensive remedy."

First of all I can assure you that when you work full-time with horses, especially through the winter, year after year, a simple moisturizing regime is not enough! And just for the record, I have always worn gloves when possible when I am around the horses, so even if my nails might be a little uneven and broken at times I am pretty sure I would not be mistaken for an ageing Siberian coalminer any day soon. Besides I doubt anyone working in a coalmine in Siberia would make it to their 80th birthday anyway!

But coalminers and three-climbing monkeys aside, it is an interesting discussion. Having horses certainly leads to broken nails, disastrous hair and a smelly car. I have all separate clothes and stuff for the yard of course, but coming back from riding I hardly smell of roses. So given the choice between being a slightly unkempt horsey girl or a barbie doll - it is pretty obvious what I have chosen. And thinking about it that might actually be why I am sat here writing this on a Friday night.

So I do take a hint. I might need to step it up if I am going to have any hope of attracting a man. Damn it, it would have been much easier to just get the shoes...