The Pink Shoe Diaries

"language only came along when ugly people were born that needed to be commented on"
- jack from will and grace last night.

this perfectly prefaces what i was going to discuss anyway. i don't mind an ugly person...indeed the only time i refer to a person as ugly is when it describes their behavior rather than their appearance. poorly dressed induviduals, however, garner a bitchy sort of pity from me. for example: this evening i was in filene's basment..perusing the clearnance shoes (i am in the market for some rubber boots!). there was a woman ( a slovenly, trashbag of a woman) browsing in the size 7 section while I was in the size 9s. Now, shoes are not something you can fudge. I mean i can squeeze myself into a skirt that is one size to small and i can wear a shirt that is too big but shoes, i think, require the perfect fit. So why, may I ask, did this woman leap from the size 7 section to the size 9 section to grab the shoebox that i was standing in front of and leaning towards? Normally I can snatch with the best of them, but my defenses were down (i found a coach bag for $49 and was still reeling from shock) not to mention the fact that my allergies are up and at 'em and i am stranded here flonase-less.

but i digress

so i stood for a moment, gaping, hands still reaching towards the box that was no longer there. she then said to her friend (equally as slovenly) "two sizes two big! oh well, they're cute".

first of all, i don't know what drew this woman to a "cute" shoe since nothing about her attire suggests the word "cute". and second of all, WHY buy a rain boot two sizes too big.

In times like this, i comfort myself with a mixture of indifference and condescencion. I didn't want them anyway. And they are probably the only nice thing the poor creature will ever own..so let her have them. hmph.

so i guess i am wearing these in the monsoon tomorrow.
instead of