Exhibit A in the case against moron high heels. From the Walk A Mile In Her ShoesÂ® website
If you’re one of the many fun-loving Americans who are constantly on the lookout for ‘fun’ ways to ‘raise awareness’ about stuff — usually while traversing short distances on foot with a tribe of like-minded revelers wearing identical cheap T-shirts — you might enjoy Walk A Mile In Her ShoesÂ®. The group hands out high-heeled pumps to male participants and away they go, traipsing down a mile of pavement, in order to “inform the world of the valuable contributions men are making to stop rape, sexual assault and gender violence.”
It’s nice that somebody, somewhere has been hipped to the wild idea that men, who are overwhelmingly the perpetrators of all this raping, assaulting, and violenting, might want to contribute to stopping it. Yay. And Walk A Mile In Her ShoesÂ® is a cute joke, since there’s nothing more hilariously butt-ugly than a guy in a pair of 3″ heels from Payless*.
Yet I cannot but wonder if the group’s claim — that sticking ridiculous footwear on a few dudes will “help men better understand and appreciate women’s experiences, thus changing perspectives, helping improve gender relationships, and decreasing the potential for violence”– though clearly well-intentioned, isn’t just a bit naÃ¯ve.
Let’s face it. Subsistence as a subhuman member of the sex class has exceedingly little to do with sauntering through town in uncomfortable shoes. In fact, when one’s oppressors don a symbol of one’s oppression and parade hither and yon for an afternoon’s diversion, it’s about as ‘awareness’-raising as if a bunch of honkys went around doing watermelon jokes in blackface to send ‘urban’ kids to basketball camp.
Complains blamer Stephanie, at whose college men are being encouraged according to the aforementioned program to “protest” violence against women: “I’m a woman, and I’ve maybe walked a foot in high heels over 24 years. How about they walk a mile with a black eye, and have to tell everyone they pass, “No, everything’s okay. I just fell down the stairs.” Or they could walk down a busy street in the dark wearing fake boobs and a mini-skirt, and see how ‘aware’ that makes them.”
Better, better, but it still involves all that confounded walking. Always with the walking! I confess I remain dubious that a spurt of light physical exertion can sustain quite the philosophic oomph required to sufficiently enlighten a person who has basked in the luxury of male privilege all his life. Wouldn’t it be a hoot if men could really give enough of a crap about the gynocide to read a fucking book or something?
* But what’s with the “Â®”? Are they afraid some rival drag queen troupe will steal their clever plan for world anti-violence domination?