In a 21st century world where the issue of sexual equality is still far from attaining its goal - especially in the developing nations - those at the political forefront of this campaign see its advance as a social and economic question. While undoubtedly true - because we know that sexual politics is not a burning debate in the sub-Sahara - I feel that this approach is not yielding the desired effect as swiftly as it might. Part of the problem is democracy itself. Change is often predicated upon the galvanisation of one group who appeal repeatedly to the other until it reaches the upper echelons of government, or a court of human rights. This is, of course, correct - but it is also prolonged and tedious.
People are often united by a shared endurance. In Britain, as the heavens rained Luftwaffe bombs, complete strangers would prepare each other an omelette, escort one through unforeseen child-birth and, importantly, provide the harmony to your baritone of The Man I Love Is Up In The Gallery. The British are never at their best than when on the operating table. So if one wants to effect social or political change in a timely manner, it is logical to devise a situation where people may free associate through a common experience.
To this end I would suggest that a National High Heel Day is inaugurated. I believe that the 'totalitarian' forcing of men into high heel shoes for one day of the year would - literally - elevate everybody while representing a stylistic means to social progress. A catalyst, perhaps, that would also remind the complacent and the chauvinist what it is to live life a little dangerously - as many women across the planet already must. In any case, many heterosexual men covet the high heeled shoe, so why shouldn't they be availed the opportunity of becoming an exponent themselves ?
As the National High Heel Day approaches husbands, boyfriends and fathers countrywide would receive a notification requiring them to attend a designated shoe store to be fitted with a 5-inch heel patent leather court shoe. There would, obviously, be exemptions. Anyone with a mobility problem would be able to call an Appeals Hotline which I - at no cost to the tax payer - would be prepared to supervise myself. Defaulters - anyone intentionally defying the spirit of this national holiday, or indeed caught running away in sports trainers, would be accompanied back to a participating stockist and forced into a Defaulter Special: a 6-inch heel, winklepicker slingback.
There is always room in the world for spite.
In my opinion, and contrary to the notion that such a plan would in fact anger construction workers and door-to-door salesmen, I think it would engender unexpected acts of positive, individual expression and impromptu abandonment in commuter train carriages. Naturally, there would be a few broken necks, but compared to the potential advancement involved, this is small beer.
Surely, it's got to be better than standing earnestly outside the Houses of Parliament - in a perpetual drizzle - stitched to a placard ?
To this end I would suggest that a National High Heel Day is inaugurated. I believe that the 'totalitarian' forcing of men into high heel shoes for one day of the year would - literally - elevate everybody while representing a stylistic means to social progress. A catalyst, perhaps, that would also remind the complacent and the chauvinist what it is to live life a little dangerously - as many women across the planet already must. In any case, many heterosexual men covet the high heeled shoe, so why shouldn't they be availed the opportunity of becoming an exponent themselves ?
As the National High Heel Day approaches husbands, boyfriends and fathers countrywide would receive a notification requiring them to attend a designated shoe store to be fitted with a 5-inch heel patent leather court shoe. There would, obviously, be exemptions. Anyone with a mobility problem would be able to call an Appeals Hotline which I - at no cost to the tax payer - would be prepared to supervise myself. Defaulters - anyone intentionally defying the spirit of this national holiday, or indeed caught running away in sports trainers, would be accompanied back to a participating stockist and forced into a Defaulter Special: a 6-inch heel, winklepicker slingback.
There is always room in the world for spite.
In my opinion, and contrary to the notion that such a plan would in fact anger construction workers and door-to-door salesmen, I think it would engender unexpected acts of positive, individual expression and impromptu abandonment in commuter train carriages. Naturally, there would be a few broken necks, but compared to the potential advancement involved, this is small beer.
Surely, it's got to be better than standing earnestly outside the Houses of Parliament - in a perpetual drizzle - stitched to a placard ?
5 comments:
As a man who sometimes wears a skyscraper heel, I applaud this idea. They take time to adjust to, but they're very fun and provocative.
I fear that National High Heel Day, while a worthy AND fun cause, would get caught in the ugly grate of Health and Safety. Besides, most men don't look nearly as smashing as you do in pumps.
Probably though that was your plan all along - to draw attention to your uncommonly shapely calf muscles.
Bravo. Yes, absolutely well worth the effort, although one does have to forego the appreciation of World Heritage sites because of the cobbles.
Health and Safety is designed to minimise any possibility of fun. We're all being 'saved' from 'ourselves' by highly pragmatic and sensible people who love to create bulletin lists in Microsoft Office.
Plan.....?
loved this one
i am in
but i want more
great pic
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