Following a tradition I began several years ago, I’m once again encouraging women to declare their independence this July 4th and abandon wearing high-heeled shoes. I’ve revised this post in light of changes that have taken place during the past year and a couple of new ideas I want to pass along.
My newly revised post follows:
I’ve long maintained that high heels are killers. I never used that term literally, of course. I merely viewed high-heeled shoes as distinctly uncomfortable and an outrageous concession to the dictates of fashion that can lead to both pain and permanent damage to a woman’s body.
Several years ago, however, high heels proved to be actual killers. The Associated Press reported that two women, ages 18 and 23, were killed in Riverside, California, as they struggled in high heels to get away from a train. With their car stuck on the tracks, the women attempted to flee as the train approached. A police spokesman later said, “It appears they were in high heels and [had] a hard time getting away quickly.”
During the past few years, largely dominated by the global pandemic, many women and men adopted different ways to clothe themselves. Sweatpants and other comfortable clothing became popular. [Please see my post, “Two Words,” published three years ago, focusing on wearing pants with elastic waists: https://susanjustwrites.com/2020/07/15/two-words/].
Many women also abandoned wearing high heels. Staying close to home, wearing comfortable clothes, they saw no need to push their feet into high heels. Venues requiring professional clothes or footwear almost disappeared, and few women sought out venues requiring any sort of fancy clothes or footwear.
But when the pandemic began to loosen its grip, some women were tempted to return to their previous choice of footwear. The prospect of a renaissance in high-heeled shoe-wearing was noted in publications like The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal. In a story in the Times, one woman “flicked the dust off her…high-heeled lavender pumps” that she’d put away for months and got ready to wear them to a birthday gathering. According to the Times, some were seeking “the joy of dressing up…itching…to step up their style game in towering heels.”
Okay. I get it. “Dressing up” may be your thing after a few years of relying on sweatpants. But “towering heels”? They may look beautiful, they may be alluring….
BUT don’t do it! Please take my advice and don’t return to wearing the kind of shoes that will hobble you once again.
Like the unfortunate young women in Riverside, I was sucked into wearing high heels when I was a teenager. It was de rigueur for girls at my high school to seek out the trendy shoe stores on State Street in downtown Chicago and purchase whichever high-heeled offerings our wallets could afford. On my first visit, I was entranced by the three-inch-heeled numbers that pushed my toes into a too-narrow space and revealed them in what I thought was a highly provocative position. If feet can have cleavage, those shoes gave me cleavage.
Never mind that my feet were encased in a vise-like grip. Never mind that I walked unsteadily on the stilts beneath my soles. And never mind that my whole body was pitched forward in an ungainly manner as I propelled myself around the store. I liked the way my legs looked in those shoes, and I had just enough baby-sitting money to pay for them. Now I could stride with pride to the next Sweet Sixteen luncheon on my calendar, wearing footwear like all the other girls’.
That luncheon revealed what an unwise purchase I’d made. Leaving the event, I found myself stranded in a distant location with no ride home. I started walking to the nearest bus stop, but after a few steps, it was clear that my shoes were killers. I could barely put one foot in front of the other, and the pain became so great that I removed my shoes and walked in stocking feet the rest of the way.
After that painful lesson, I abandoned three-inch high-heeled shoes and resorted to wearing lower ones. Sure, I couldn’t flaunt my shapely legs quite as effectively, but I nevertheless managed to secure ample male attention. Instead of conforming to the modern-day equivalent of Chinese foot-binding, I successfully and happily fended off the back pain, foot pain, bunions, and corns that my fashion-victim sisters often suffer in spades.
Until the pandemic changed our lives, I observed a troubling trend toward higher and higher heels. I was baffled by women, especially young women, who bought into the mindset that they had to follow the dictates of fashion and the need to look “sexy” by wearing extremely high heels.
Watching TV, I’d see too many women wearing stilettos that forced them into the ungainly walk I briefly sported so long ago. Women on late-night TV shows who were otherwise smartly attired and often very smart (in the other sense of the word) often wore ridiculously high heels that forced them to greet their hosts with that same ungainly walk. Some appeared to be almost on the verge of toppling over.
Sadly, this phenomenon has reappeared. Otherwise enlightened women are once again appearing on TV wearing absurdly high heels. Even one of my favorite TV journalists, Stephanie Ruhle, has appeared on her “11th Hour” program on MSNBC in stilettos. C’mon, Steph! Don’t chip away at my respect for you. Dump those stilettos!
What about the women, like me, who adopted lower-heeled shoes instead of following fashion? I think we’re much smarter and much less likely to fall on our faces. One very smart woman who’s still a fashion icon agreed with us long ago: the late Hollywood film star Audrey Hepburn. Audrey dressed smartly, in both senses of the word.
I recently watched her 1963 smash film Charade for the tenth or twelfth time. I once again noted how elegant she appeared in her Givenchy wardrobe and her–yes–low heels. Audrey was well known for wearing comfortable low heels in her private life as well as in her films. [Please see my post: https://susanjustwrites.com/2013/08/08/audrey-hepburn-and-me/.] In Charade, paired with Cary Grant, another ultra-classy human being, she’s seen running up and down countless stairs in Paris Metro stations, chased by Cary Grant not only on those stairs but also through the streets of Paris. She couldn’t have possibly done all that frantic running in high heels!
Foot-care professionals have soundly supported my view. According to the American Podiatric Medical Association, a heel that’s more than 2 or 3 inches makes comfort just about impossible. Why? Because a 3-inch heel creates seven times more stress than a 1-inch heel.
A few years ago, the San Francisco Chronicle questioned a podiatrist and foot and ankle surgeon who practiced in Palo Alto (and assisted Nike’s running team). He explained that after 1.5 inches, the pressure increases on the ball of the foot and can lead to “ball-of-the-foot numbness.” (Yikes!) He advised against wearing 3-inch heels and pointed out that celebrities wear them for only a short time, not all day. To ensure a truly comfortable shoe, he added, no one should go above a 1.5-inch heel. If you insist on wearing higher heels, you should at least limit how much time you spend in them.
More recently, another source chimed in. A blog post by Associated Podiatrists, PC, outlined all of the foot problems that develop from wearing high heels, including stress fractures, bunions, and metatarsalgia (overuse of the fat pad in your forefoot leads to its becoming thinner over time, causing severe pain). These podiatrists recommended the following:
- Avoid heels higher than two inches.
- Because a high stiletto with a pointy closed toe is the worst type of shoe for your feet, choose heels with a generous toe box area and extra cushioning at the front of the shoe.
- Consider wearing supportive shoes en route and changing into high heels only after you arrive at your destination, minimizing the time you spend in heels.
- “Kitten heels” are a foot-friendly option for heel wearers. With a heel-height typically less than one inch, they deliver a bit of height without the pressure that higher heels can cause.
- Be extra-careful when wearing platforms or wedges; they can compromise your balance and stability. Very high heels may lead to ankle-rolls and falls. Choose only lower platforms and wedges that have ankle straps.
Before the pandemic, some encouraging changes were afoot. Nordstrom, one of America’s major shoe-sellers, began to promote lower-heeled styles along with higher-heeled numbers. Although stilettos hadn’t disappeared from its promotions, they weren’t the only choices. I was encouraged because Nordstrom is a bellwether in the fashion world, and its choices can influence shoe-seekers.
Then the pandemic arrived and changed the dynamics of shoe-purchasing. During the first year, sales of high heels languished, “teetering on the edge of extinction,” according to the Times. But because the pandemic has dissipated in most of our lives, there are undoubtedly women who have resurrected the high heels already in their closets. They may even be inspired to buy new ones. I hope they don’t.
Now there is heartening news from bellwether Nordstrom. In its catalog for its 2023 Anniversary Sale, two pages feature nothing but sneakers by brands like Adidas, Nike, and Cole Haan. Another page displays nothing but flat-heeled shoes. (It’s titled “Flat-Out Fabulous.”) Another page features “modern loafers” in a wide range of prices. And stilettos are nowhere to be seen. This is a notable shift by a major retailer.
Let’s not forget the Gen Z generation. Most Gen Z shoppers don’t follow the dictates of fashion. They largely eschew high heels, choosing pricey and often glamorous sneakers instead–even with dressy prom dresses.
Forgive me, but I can’t help mentioning some retrograde news: An item in The New York Times on June 29th: In a new episode on a “popular” TV series, the stars have returned to wearing outrageous shoes. The Times highlighted a pair of “balloon heels,” so I looked them up online. They are leather sandals, selling for $1,200, that feature “playful balloons floating on delicately buckled straps.” I could barely believe that the photo accompanying the sales pitch for these sandals was genuine. Small red balloons are attached to the shoes and presumably burst while the fashion-victim is wearing them! Who is wacky enough to purchase and wear these absurdities? I sincerely hope that this kind of footwear is viewed, even by high-heel lovers, as ridiculous, and it simply dies on the vine.
My own current faves: I wear black Skechers almost everywhere (I own more than one pair). I occasionally choose my old standby, Reeboks, for serious walking. (In my novel Red Diana, protagonist Karen Clark laces on her Reeboks for a lengthy jaunt, just as I do.) And when warm temperatures dominate, I wear walking sandals, like those sold by Clarks, Teva, and Ecco.
Any women who are pondering buying high-heeled shoes should hesitate. Beyond the issue of comfort and damage to your feet, please remember that high heels present a far more serious problem. As the deaths in Riverside demonstrate, women who wear high heels may be putting their lives at risk. When they need to flee a dangerous situation, high heels can handicap their ability to escape. How many needless deaths have resulted from hobbled feet?
The Fourth of July is fast approaching. As we celebrate the holiday this year, I once again urge the women of America to declare their independence from high-heeled shoes.
So, if you’re thinking about returning to painful footwear, think again. You’d be wise to reconsider.
Instead, I urge you to bravely gather any high heels you’ve been clinging to and throw those shoes away. At the very least, keep them out of sight in the back of your closet. And don’t even think about buying new ones. Shod yourself instead in shoes that allow you to walk in comfort—and if need be, to run.
Your wretched appendages, yearning to be free, will be forever grateful.
[Earlier versions of this commentary appeared on Susan Just Writes and the San Francisco Chronicle.]
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