View on high heels!

Why do you insist on wearing those outrageous high heels? The woman asks. I cross my legs and amire the bulge of my calf exaggerated by the arch of y shoe, and stare down at her conservative little boat-shaped slip-on that gives her foot the illusion of floating away down a shallow creek like a withered fall leaf. I sip on a sweaty Scotch and reply warmly, "When I walk out the door in a good pair of heels, and I'm not referring to som kitschy crap that you can buy on a trip to Fredrick's of Hollywood but a really solid set of heels from Manolo or Prada Chanel Clergerie, I never feel vulnerable, there's no time for any weakness, I feel focussed strong secure, my stride is potent and no one hassles me when I'm standing on the corner hailing a cab, you'd better believe I'm the first fare H'll throw on his breaks for, you put the two of us just a few yards away, he'll pass you riht by. Why? Because I deman respect and my heels back me up--so don't go worrying about me, I've never been better, care for a cigar?