One reader wants to know "who is shoe god?" This is one of those deep questions that have plagued philosophers for ages. Jeremy Bentham opined in favor of Cole Haan, believing that the clean, simple lines best fit in with a utilitarian perspective. Hegel, on the other hand, preferred Jimmy Choo, who evinces a more dialectical approach to shoes, with selections ranging from the clean and simple to the more fanciful. Lewis Carroll came down on the side of whimsy with his predilection for Manolo Blahnik. But I fear that no definitive answer to this age-old, important question can be given. We shall have to wait until we are admitted through the pearly gates of shoe heaven.
The woman charged with manslaughter and weapons possession in the shoe-related death of her ex-boyfriend was not indicted for manslaughter by the grand jury. I imagine this means the weapons possession charges have also been dropped, so I am no longer in fear of being arrested for wearing my 5 inch Via Spiga heels in public.
A Brooklyn woman whose ex-boyfriend died after she beat him with her size 12 shoe in a brawl outside a nightclub was charged with manslaughter and weapons possession yesterday.
Apparently I am now in the possession of several dozen weapons. Imelda Marcos is going down on several hundred counts, though, so I guess I'm doing better than her. I anxiously await Chuck Schumer introducing a "shoe control" bill in Congress. And the inevitable attack on him by millions of angered women. "You'll never take us alive! We're going down with our Jimmy Choos and Via Spigas!"
Jane has pointed me to a new shoe god: Gianmarco Lorenzi. I'm in lust!
Apparently my site appears as #7 in a Google search for destroy shoes with fire fetish. Who are these cretins?
There's been lots of talk about different kinds of blogging lately. There's cat blogging, puppet blogging, vblogging, diet blogging, and comics blogging. But until now, that lure for women/bane of men has been ignored. Yes, I'm talking 'bout shoe blogging. It's time to correct this grave oversight.
My favorite pair of shoes:

Now I know these are not Manolo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos. But I love the classic 40s feel of those shoes with their hourglass heel. Although I do lust after these Jimmy Choos:

Some day, some day... And on that day, I will require a bigger apartment just to house my shoes. A girl's gotta dream.
Tip to Tricia for the Manolo story. But I must disagree with Madonna. I don't care how fabby his shoes are. They are not better than sex. Well, maybe some sex, but not sex in general.