8 NOVEMBER 2006
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IRONICALLY, COUTURE aside, the French are best known in shoe history for the sabot, a wooden shoe that mill workers would hurl into the machinery at their workplaces in order to make the mills shut down. Not only did this practice give rise to the word "sabotage" and presage the French revolution, it cemented the notion that shoes are more than just fun, functional, fashionable, and symbolic — they're also political.
Nearly from birth, therefore, we are told that shoes, while undoubtedly dangerous with their seductive charms (particularly red ones, it seems), are time-honored and utterly essential accessories needed for traveling the path to power and prestige. Princesses, witches, knights, and emperors may be defined by their deeds, but they are also unified, apparently, by their common possession of fancy shoes. To return to our original example, one can only imagine the discomfort and constant dread of imminent laceration Cinderella would have endured wearing shoes made entirely of glass — yet she danced in them, not just till midnight, but eventually, all the way to the throne. In these more plebeian times we live in, of course, shoes cannot exactly be relied upon to deliver us straight to a royal wedding. But they do make us look good, feel good — and yes, incidentally, they happen to protect our feet. These are not unimportant benefits at a time when global media and the Internet keep us uncomfortably aware of hardship and tragedy happening all around us. In times like these, it's simply reassuring to be able to buy and wear a little portable happiness — our heads may be awash in stress and anxiety, but our feet, at least, are not only firmly on the ground, they are also fashionably so. So really, even at the staggering expense of over $400 for a pair of Manolo Blahniks, you could write it off as a small enough price to pay for your own little personal happy ending. Or, you know, a closet full of them. Between the two of them, married writers Dean Francis and Nikki Alfar have accumulated 11 Palanca Awards, three National Book Awards, and sundry publications, not counting Dean's National Book Award-nominated anthology, Philippine Speculative Fiction, volume 2 of which is coming out in December this year. Aside from their precociously brilliant four-year-old daughter Sage, this article is their first actual collaboration.
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