Last week, partying at the mega cool Pacha night club in NYC, I came to realize that sometimes, under desperate conditions, we, women of the world, are willing to fail our innermost values.Wearing a pair of 14cms Bianca heels by Louboutin, I was going more for the powerful statement of the mega heels rather than a good night out dancing all night long. My girlfriends are accustomed to hear me saying the ever classical expression “my feet are killing me!”However, at Pacha´s that night, after hours of dancing on the most stylish shoes on earth, I did something that most women would find hard to believe. Unable to move, with feet totally paralyzed by the twinge of wearing such massive heels, I met a girl in the club, and I traded my $999 Louboutin heels for her $9.99 George gold glitter slippers.
My feet rose from the dead, I looked like Cinderella, but at least I was able to keep dancing and having a good time. My female counterpart left the club almost immediately, wearing my magnificent shoes and “Dashing Away with the Smoothing Iron” just in case I would change my mind.Not only did I not change my mind, I felt happy, relieved from the pain. Until next day, when I actually regretted it.Running next day in Central Park, coming to terms with the departure of my most iconic pair of shoes, it dawned on me that sometimes, desperate women will go for desperate measures. And I realized that trading my shoes, was just another example of what we are willing to trade, not without regret, when something is killing us.
Have you ever met a beautiful and bright woman who has traded her most handsome husband and beautiful father for a bald, fat and very daft man?. I ask you if you have seen a “woman” who has done this before, because we have all seen far too many examples of handsome and intelligent men trading their beautiful and loving wives for cheap looking women wearing far too much cheap perfume. I do not want to give you the idea that I am comparing men to shoes, though a beautiful pair of Louboutins is worth the comparison. But the motivation to trade a pair of well earned Louboutins for a cheap pair bought at Walmart, is perhaps not very different to the motivation to trade the love and trust of someone, for the momentary pleasure of feeling better about yourself.
We have seen it so many times before, it is almost cliché. The heiress who trades her diamond Harry Winston chronograph in the middle of the night for some casual escapade, the successful entrepreneur who is mugged on the street and is willing to wear the whiffy jacket of a beggar who at the time seemed an angel, the beauty queen who has it all and is willing to leave it all just to feel that she´s alive again. It seems almost as a Stanley Kubrick film but the fact and the matter is that is happens every day, everywhere around the world.
Peter Cetera in his song “Body Language” summarizes it: “moment by moment, day after day, trying your best to forget. It’s all behind you, it’s part of the past, you’ve got no time for regrets. Time to start over with somebody new, you’ve got nothing more to lose. Out for the evening, dressed for the kill, leaving your troubles behind.Dangerous places, dangerous times, leave with the first one you find. Live for the moment, who cares if it’s right, who needs tomorrow, you’ve got tonight”.
When I told my husband about the pair of shoes that he had given me for my birthday and how I traded them in a night club, he only wanted to know why I chose them in the first place if I knew that high heels kill my feet all the time. When I told my husband years ago that I traded his love and trust on me for a fake of a man, he wanted to know why I paid attention to that man in the first place when men like that kill women all the time.
I could argue that desperate men and women are willing to take desperate measures. As we run to catch the subway, it seems we have no time for regrets. We learn to live for the moment, and we don’t think about tomorrow. But when tomorrow comes, and the pair of Louboutins is gone, you are only thankful that the man you love is holding your hand and still with you.
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