Friday, February 23, 2007

Slim-Pensées: You Are What You Feet

Because I have a sinful love of erudite pretension, I think (maybe) I'll start a series of pensées, little aphoristic scraps of this and that—and whatnot and the other—to share with you, the unfortunate reader. Here's one:
The shoes are the measure of the man. (Corollary: The lady-shoes are the measure of the lady.)
Proceed as you see fit.

I'm unambiguously a pair of size-eleven low-top black Chucks. What are you?


  1. Oh now, you know what they say about the size of a man's feet...


  2. For shame!

    (And I'm trying to figure out how that would apply to our corollary. Hmm...)

  3. Anonymous5:17 PM

    Be careful not to conflate the shoes one would wear with the shoes one would be, were one a pair of shoes.

  4. Conflate we shall not, though in my case they are one and the same.

    Ayatollah of Ethics-ola in the HOU-uuuuuse!

  5. Not my pensee, but an ancillary note to yours:

    "A bird who tries to fly higher
    Flies into the blue
    A lady who strives to rise higher
    She wears a high heel shoe"

    Call of the Wild David Byrne

    Your word verify is blinding me!