Years back in a studio ‘house’ kitchen in Nashville, there were a dozen or so pairs of boots on a high shelf, seemingly as decorations. I asked the producer why and he explained that his chronic back problems were alleviated by the height of the heel.
A few weeks later I was headed to Austin for a trade show from NM. I stopped in El Paso at the Luchesse outlet, found a pair of seconds (small mar on sole edge) for half price.
Having done trade shows for a few different day jobs (years) I was used to knowing that by the end of day one, no matter the shoe, rubber based or leather, that my (our) feet would hurt even with deluxe carpet padding or floor mat, period.
To my surprise, my Luchesse boots did not hurt the feet, or cause a backache or blisters and these were brand new.
Anyone knows, you NEVER wear brand new shoes to a trade show (been there Rockports at the Mosconi, ouch).
Since then I’ve managed to buy two more pairs of Luchesses from the outlet, and retired to Goodwill, several pairs of dress shoes keeping only a few for strict business purposes that I haven’t worn at all for years.
Nope, it’s hand made off sale all the way and jeans almost everywhere because here west of Santa Monica, that IS as semi-metro as it gets.
That asshole is a poser. No self-respecting Texan would wear something like that on his boots. It’s a Lone Star or Alamo patch, all the way! What’s Perry the Fairy going to do with those boots after Texas secedes from the Union?
Because we ALL KNOW that the only way to determine someones value is by a cursory scan of their outward appearance to see if it fits one of your shallow biases and gender-roles.
“What?!?! A good-lookin’ Lesbian? I thought they 'wus all ugly, fat Dykes?” and “Pretty-boys that’s got wives? Ain’t them all just Queers and Democrats?”
Anything else just confuses the hell out of the dim-witted shit-kickers.
