Showing posts with label shoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shoes. Show all posts

Sunday, September 08, 2013

This Is Why Women Can't Get Ahead

All the talk of Leaning In and Harvard Case Studies about gender equality are useless if we continue to put out and purchase magazines like this. (This was on the magazine rack at Duane Reade on 34th Street and Third Avenue.)


It's one thing to like fashion -- even Marissa Mayer takes it seriously -- but to like it with no context or purpose is just being a twit.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Dancing Machine


Dacning at your wedding

A wedding is nothing if no one is dancing. There are some fantastic ways to get people on the dance floor, the Horah being the best choice.

The past two days on SheFinds have been focused on dancing and music. We put together a playlist of the 20 happiest wedding songs, which should keep your guests shaking their groove thing. Today we found 10 different kinds of shoes that you can definitely dance in.

10 Wedding Shoes You Can Actually Dance In–Promise

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Never Buy A Man Shoes, Because He'll Walk Away From You



One of my favorite 80s trends that are back this summer are Topsiders. When I went to Catholic school in New Canaan, Connecticut in the mid-80s, it was the unofficial regulation footwear for all the boys. I also think it's a perfect summer footwear option for men, and there aren't that many good ones.

I would love to get a pair for TR, but the problem is that I'm too superstitious to do so.

Back in the 90s, my friend Cara had a Grenadian housekeeper named Anna. Anna was a beloved adjunct member of the family, and she was a very wise woman. Back in her country, it was considered bad luck to buy a man shoes. It was believed that if you bought a man shoes, he would walk away from you.

Cara thought this was nonsense, and shortly after finishing high school she bought a beau a pair of ski boots. Halfway through freshman year of college, the relationship dissolved.

A few years ago I was dating someone who really wanted some slippers, something along the lines of moccasins. At Christmastime I found a perfect pair at DSW in Union Square. They weren't technically shoes, but he could wear them outside, if, say, he was picking up the newspaper or taking out the trash. Ignoring Anna's advice, I bought them, said boyfriend loved them, but again, the relationship ended soon after.

That said, unless TR shells out the clams himself, I will not be buying him these shoes. And ladies, you've been warned.