I said I would touch upon this and I am.

The height thing does play a factor. Does it mean you won’t get dates? Of course not. But when dealing with men, those people that still order desserts according  to what has rainbow sprinkles on them, it matters. Do I think men are stupid and shallow? Hm, not all of them, but I have learned that a lot of them are easily tricked or impressed by glittering lights and loud noises, which translates into the outside stuff that is not necessarily real.  (It’s why women purchase those bush-up bras, is it not?)

The heels fall into that category of trickery. The next time you put on a pair of heels take note of the differences there are between them and a pair of sneakers.  What I usually notice is that my back is alined in a straight manner, and that my behind and chest are being accentuated. It’s all flattering stuff. (Note what can be seen in the posture from the posted photo.) Now what does that mean?

I’m pretty sure it means beauty equals power, beauty means thou shalt respect me. I am nearly sure of this since I have experienced the heel and non-heel treatment when dealing with situations that are related and unrelated to men.

When I’m out and my feet are in heeled shoes men approach me more. I get more looks on the street. People in general treat me like another being, verses just a girl. This is just the math. (I am talking about New York City – I feel like that should be understood because this does not apply to the suburbs, well it does, but on a lesser, lesser scale.)

Another example I will offer is an experience from a few weeks back, when I did some extra work  for a Carolina Herrera ad. (I am a poor writer, it beats being a waitress.) When the directors, or who ever, were ready to decide on who did what, we (men and women) were asked to stand in a line against the back wall. It took about 40 seconds for the director to say, “You, you, and you,” This was how he addressed the three tallest girls in that line. I was not one of them, since I had been donning a pair of flat boots. Were these girls taller than I? Um, no. They simply wore three inch heels. Next time, if there will ever be such a next time, I will be prepared because height means something out there. (However sad that is.)