The trio at the elevator this morning was a living photograph from a Diversity of Women in the Workplace brochure. As the MetPark publicity folk seemed not to notice this opportunity (and I'm sure they're lurking somewhere in the greenery), I stopped looking professionally patient and checked out everyone's shoes. At least that was my intent. After a quick scan, I knew my fashion thoughts would remain with Hispanic Woman in Pantsuit. Her footwear out-pedded White Girl in Corduroy's square toes and African-American in A-line's stylish boots:
Her shoes were Pointy.
Pointy. The sort of shoe that get stuck in the wall when you kick it. The kind that Pat Benatar and Stevie Nicks never quite wore because these are the Pointy Shoes of the New Millenium, the shoes whose toes are so narrow your feet end a good two inches before the tip of the shoe, providing storage space for possible workplace contraband. I picture this woman slinking through her office, glossing spreadsheets and returning phone calls all while stashing paper clips, rubber bands, and Post-it notes in narrow hidey-holes. At home, she has an entire room devoted to the inventory and display of Office Organization from the Perspective of the Downtrodden.
Quite a stunning sacrifice, feet for art.
Posted by Ida at September 26, 2002 11:00 AM