To paraphrase George Gershwin, it's summertime and the livin' is queasy: all these big breasted buds in their spangly Bebe tops and bulging backpacks and billowy short ballet skirts clomping down the streets with all the elegance of sloppily shod shire horses slogging through the clinging mud of some particulary marshy rural gymkhana field? It must surely have something to do with all these ill-fitting and unhappily heeled shoes that are so fashionable with females these days. Bring back that sexy leggy swinging sixties half-inch stilletto stride, I say.
But no, we're just slapped in the face everyday with filthy flip flops from now until November - bummertime and the shuffling is greasy.
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It often seems to me that staggering young ladies have been fitted with artificial legs that are misattached somewhere near the bottom of the ribcage and whose metallic sockets (four to eight of them) alternately slip and freeze in position. The breaking-in period takes about six years on average, but can last far longer. The high heels are merely added for enginieering reasons -- as pivots -- and to give a superficial plausibility to the general awkwardness of motion.
Perhaps Swinging 60s girls had their original legs. I never thought to check at the time.
Posted by: Bleak Mouse | June 06, 2005 at 15:55