The Power of Heels!

By Norah Blucher

Many times I have heard comments about women being “powerful” in heels or at least, feeling that way or the perception of it. 

“Is that true?” I thought. I surely do like heeled footwear; they throw me into a more feminine gait, make my legs look longer and just make me feel more feminine all around, but I never thought I felt “powerful” in them, until the other day.

The World Gone Mad

I was just recently on a bit of an extended trip for work. When I had some free time here and there, I ate, did some shopping or looked about wherever I was at. All en homme though. Being the holiday season, things are just crazy everywhere. People rushing about, crowds, long lines, the usual nonsense we see every December. When I worked retail, everyone wanted a bloody Furby. I’ve no idea what they want now.

At times it felt I was taking my life in my hands going out. No one stops when you go to cross the street; motorists seemingly try to run you over in a parking lot if they see an open spot near you. And pulling out onto a road, forget it. No one wants to let you out and you seemingly wait forever. Watch out for doors too, as some will let it slam you in the face as they act as though you are not even there! I get it that it is a busy and right stressful time of year, so I don’t think ill of people, but still.

I am venting just a bit though. Someone eventually lets you pull out, some motorists do let you cross the street and a dwindling number of kind souls will hold a door open. It just seems though that common courtesy is lacking for many as they navigate the world in their own bubble.

I was quite knackered at the end of this trip, but just had a long drive with no scheduled stops my last day, so I still resolved to travel home en femme. Along the way I planned to eat lunch with a friend and then go to one of those areas where there are strip malls with a lot of street crossing and driving around. So upon arrival, I held my breath as I exited the car, fully ready to test my agility dodging cars in heels.

Change Your Shoes and the World Changes with You

I’m not sure what happened. Perhaps I was getting a high off my perfume or maybe I was still in my hotel dreaming. Maybe I’m just more content as Norah and see the world more positively. Whatever the case was, the world suddenly changed.

I needed only to step to the curb and traffic stopped! Pulling onto a road, other cars would hold up and wave the blonde lady to pull out! Not just men either, as often happens, but women as well. I was finding them much more willing to cut a break for another female vs. a male.

The icing on the cake was when I pulled into a filling station. Parking next to a pump, I exited the car and began to walk toward the store about 20 feet away, when a chap who was about to leave suddenly stopped. He actually waited for me to cross the parking area and then held the door for me, waving me in with a smile!

Just for the record, I was not out dressed to the nines or looking particularly glamorous by any means. I wore a cowl neck sweater dress/tunic type thing that could be either or. If I was 10 or 20 years younger, I’d wear it with stockings as a Stana short dress. Now I paired it with thick fleece-lined legging and it was actually covering more than the oversize tunic sweaters I typically see many other women wear and I topped it all off with my hooded coat. Right comfortable for traveling, but hardly the height of fashion and I thought I looked very “holiday housewifey.” I did have on my heeled ankle boots though – was it the heels?

The Whole Package

The jury is still out for me, but in the end, I think heels are just a piece of the puzzle. There is certainly a visual appeal for sure, but I think it goes further and projects an air of confidence that does not go unnoticed. Perhaps, it sparks even some admiration, as I know many a GG who will not wear heels thinking them uncomfortable or who outright admit they cannot walk in them without killing themselves. LOL. And let’s face it, no one wearing heels is exactly practicing to be an assassin or ninja. The sharp click of a stiletto or the clop of a heeled boot is an auditory strobe light announcing “here I am” every step of the way. There certainly is a power in this.

I suppose if we wanted, we could achieve the same effect en homme. If we wore a three-piece Italian suit and walked around with our chests puffed out like a Mafioso bloke who owned the town, we would command attention as well, but it would be different. More a fear we might deck someone or provide cement shoes for the next person who looked at us cross-eyed or something. Not exactly the lady like image we desire.

The femme version is a more refined power for sure. Confidence entwined with grace and wrapped in a bow of mystery. Who is she? You can go more miles in a pair of sneakers, but what is the point of going far if you did not enjoy the journey now? Or look smashing as well! That, and you may just get run over in a pair of tennis shoes. Heels definitely make crosswalks much safer. LOL.

So loves, if you have a great story in heels, please share below or e-mail me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me.