About a month ago, some guy tweeted a picture of a woman’s high heels accompanied by the suggestion that wearing heels is stupid and illogical. What a dummy. (Sexism just never gets old, does it?)
Wearing high heels comes fraught with meaning and often judgement, in a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t situation. Jen Dziura points out that
There really aren’t any “neutral” shoes for women. Maybe we should all wear plain black flats? But not too round-toed, lest we look like little girls, or too pointy, lest we look like the saucy little tarts we obviously are for showing up at a conference.
We’re familiar with the feminist fight to make heel-wearing optional, rather than an expectation or requirement (gratitude). Shoe choices shouldn’t be enforced unless the construction site or industrial kitchen where you’re Getting It Done poses a danger to your exposed toes.
But let’s not dwell on the negative – the judgement or baggage that comes with high heels. What about the power? The sexy, inherent femininity? The irresistible tapping that accompanies your high-heeled stride?
Maureen Rice writes about the best career advice she received: if you’ve got a big meeting, wear big heels. “I wore my highest heels, and not only did they lend me height, but an extra layer of confidence and assertiveness.” And,
“In a room full of corporate ‘suits’, our shoes were a subtle reminder of our gender, a nod to our individuality – and a reminder that women do things a little differently.
Rock those heels: sans guilt, ignore condescension, make your choices. Take ’em on.