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SPIKE ISSUES

I really love high heels on women. They definitely accentuate a well turned ankle, a taut calf. But I must confess to a deep and abiding fear of them, as well. Here's why:

When I was about six I watched a film on television, which name I cannot recall now, if I ever knew it. In the beginning, Carroll Baker is depressed and distraught, so much so that she is about to commit suicide by leaping off the Golden Gate Bridge. A Good Samaritan pulls over, and talks her down. As she has no place to go, he offers to let her stay in his cramped crib, an attic somewhere as I recall. Kind of an aerial crawl space.

Well, to make a long story longer, our Samaritan proceeds to get hellishly intoxicated, and attempts an act of rapine. Our heroine, in defense of her honor, bludgeons him in the face with her stiletto, puncturing his eyeball in the process. He ends up a repentant would be rapist, she nurtures him (and herself in the process) back to a satisfactory level of mental hygiene. All in all a happy ending.

But what about me? I was scarred, fucking devastated, by that film. And to this day, whenever I see stilettos, I can admire them, but I also have an impending sense of dread, and my left eye twitchs uncontrollably.

What a bitch!