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Tortured Feet

Since it already takes a googobs of money to own many pairs of Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks so getting a toe liposuction to look pretty in them is no big deal in monetary terms. That said, even the idea of shaping toes so they can fit a pair of designer shoes is strongly reminiscent of Chinese foot binding

Foot binding started out as a way for a woman to look beautiful but came to be considered a cruel and inhuman practice. Toe liposuction is now haute coutre but if the long term prognosis is anywhere as dire as foot binding, some day it will get banned too. By then it may have transcended its original role as a way to look perfect in a pair of Jimmy Choos.

"Foot binding not only crippled the women who went through the process but as well as crippled women in China for centuries. Being crippled by foot binding, they had such a little role in the government. It was a custom that started out to define beauty but ended up defining the way the society was."

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Prerona said…
i had read some place that wearing different show heights on different days is whats best for your back. i wonder if there's an anologous mantra for roominess in shoes! lol. not that i'd know - i suffered our own version of childhood footbinding - was never allowed to wear anything but sensible shoes as a kid, and that left me with a total inability to wear pretty shoes as a grown up
5:16 PM
Heartcrossings said…
I went through your version of childhood footbinding too. I was able to wean myself out once I came of age and independent :)
6:23 AM
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