FROM EARLIER TODAY...

Today I was scrolling through a forum I frequent and I got a little rant crazy. I liked what I said so I just wanted to repost and share:


Alright...

You bitches (and I say this in the most unoffensive way that I am able to) crying about your big "clown" size 10 feet...

CAN SUCK IT.

I've worn a size 11 since the summer following 6th grade--that is a European 42 for all you cryin' bitches across the pond as well.

You try finding size 11's as a little kid that doesn't make the experience of shoe shopping a horrible nightmare you'll have for the rest of your life. Then you try finding shoes for formal events that don't require you to have to special order them because you live out in the boonies, or when you go to stores they don't carry "special" sizes or any size over size 10 in womens.

Now finding shoes today in "BIG" sizes for women is the easiest thing to do next to buying Tollhouse cookies from the refrigerated food isle, breaking and baking the squares, and passing them off as "homemade."

Places like Barefoot Tess offer shoes specifically for girls with CLOWN feet, and the perk about thier site is they sell DESIGNER shoes for BIG feet, which if you have big feet, you know designer shoes are hard to come by...
Other sites like Zappos, 6pm, and freakin' Amazon offer BIG size shoes... all catered to fit EVERYONE's style (goth, punk, chic, glam, comfort, etc.)

Sorry about the rant, it just drives me crazy when women/girls complain about having BIG feet when they wear a 9 or a 10. Jesus, my Grandmother wears a SIZE 12. She grew up on a farm milking cows, attended a 1 room school house, was 1 of 13 siblings (all with big feet), and ended up being a sort of jet-setter reporter/mistress during her 30's and 40's after her kids were grown, and she did all of that with her size 12's. Shit, they probably had to hand craft her shoes out of egg cartons and old birdhouses when she lived on the farm--poor child. I'm surprised she wasn't scared for life.

Oh, and p.s. I'm 6ft tall. Heels... they were a bitch when I was little because when I did find shoes for formal events they were all heels, and as a tall girl surrounded by a bunch of pre-pubescent boys, being tall (and having big feet) was not what I wanted to be. Now I've embraced the height and the feet and I feel a little bit better about them both.

I mention clothes, shoes, and other stuff (fashion, cooking, books, pictures, personal interests, college, my smelly/literally a gay male cat, and the joys of working in a liquor store) in my blog if anyone cares to read more or is interested in the life of a 22 year old (24 days away from graduating) girl... http://www.chuckrefreshed.blogspot.com/

Again, sorry about the "bitches" comment, not trying to rip heads off