Shoes have not been kind to Victoria Beckham. Infamous for her love of high fashion, her shoe fetish has finally come back to kick her in the ass. Worried that she’d be unable to walk by 40, and all because of her teetering heels, Mrs. Beckham has recently considered a bunionectomy, which, yes, is every bit as unpleasant as it sounds.

Heels have always been subject to fashion. They’ve been high, they’ve been low, they’ve been flat, wedged, kitten-ed and now: supersized. Of the many things that have eluded me (Furbies? What were we thinking?), this is one of them. Suffering from osteoarthritis, sciatica, hammertoe and Haglund’s deformity hardly qualifies as my idea of fun. So why? Why do we fall for the pretty shoe with the killer heel?

As always, scientists have the answer. There’s the standard “taller girls equals better breeding” theory, which claims that taller women are most appealing to the opposite sex. Then, there’s the “long legs equal good breeding potential” idea. And of course, the perfectly reasonable explanation that girls are simply trying to bridge the girl-guy height gap. While it’s true killer heels (and by that I mean cute and high) can boost confidence and attract the boys, they’re named killer for a reason.

I’ve already mentioned some of the conditions associated with long term heel abuse, and there’s more bad news to come: It’s irreversible. And progressive. So, as you get older, it gets worse. And worse. And while I love my shoes (girl-shoes, shoes-gir – like that’s a hard relationship to understand), I’d choose perfectly fine feet every time. Read More »

Did Obama give McCain the finger?

Who needs a man? Go to the movies alone!

Someone got the axe at Grey’s Anatomy.

OMFG. He’s so hot.

The election night drinking game.

What happens if the other dude wins?

So, Joe the Plumber didn’t get with that chick from SNL…

Tips for acing every class.

You’ve done your civic duty – now treat yourself!

Vanity Fair recently came out with “Hollywood’s Next Wave” of teen superstars, and besides the fact that at 25 I already feel too old to know who half of the kids are (25! Too old!), there was one other tiny piece of information that made me feel a little strange. Out of the 28 teens featured in the article, 2 of them were something other than Caucasian.

Either Young Hollywood has systematically sorted out all of its ethnicity, or Vanity Fair is straight up stupid. Read More »

I Love New York.

No, I am not talking about the VH1 show, or the person (really, who is named New York?), but rather, I love New York City. The diversity, the nightlife, the arts, the shopping- NYC is the ideal city… if you’re crapping out money, that is.

A cozy apartment, dinners at the trendiest restaurants and of course, as many Manolo’s and Jimmy Choo’s that will fit into my apartment. If that was life as a journalist for Carrie Bradshaw, then surely, my life couldn’t be much different. My biggest challenge would obviously be learning how to run down 5th avenue in heels or pull off that black bra/white shirt combo that she made look so effortlessly cool.

Just when I was about to boycott Sarah Jessica Parker for giving me false hopes, Urban Hostess looks like it can make my dream a reality. Read More »