Yesterday I attended the St. Patrick’s Day parade over in South Boston. Well, I actually was heading for the North End and took a wrong turn thus ending up on the streets of Southy. Stuck in traffic as my car could barely move, I felt the only logical thing to do would be to scan the crowds to see what everyone was wearing. There was the obvious handful of men and women who sported excessive layers of green and whatever they could get their hands on related to Ireland (okay, this was actually the majority of people). Then there were the rest, those who wore green hats, scarves and other basic accessories (showing their dedication) all while remaining somewhat subtle.

My reasoning for opening with this introduction is to build an image in your head of what this extremely drunk crown looked like. Now, picture this young girl… probably around 25 years old who had on her feet the absolute highest heels I’ve seen in quite some time. Why, just why, would anyone go to the St. Patrick’s Day parade wearing heels! Not just any heels, but the tiniest, thinnest, tallest pair of shoes! Gosh, I wish I had a picture!

This got me thinking… just what length people go to in order to look good, regardless of how much it hurts. There was no way this girl could have been comfortable, not in the least bit. Add in a few miles of walking and an entire day of standing, she had to be extraordinarily miserable yet she looked great.

When was the last time you threw out the window your ability to walk in order to gain a few extra inches in height?

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Edited by Lisa86 at 03/17/2008 6:31 PM PDT