Star Sightings, Great Food, And The Occasional Duck

Remember how Melanie Griffith kicked with the running shoes while jetting around the city in Working Girl?

Newsflash!

She didn’t wear bright white sneakers with her suits because she thought they looked stylish. She wore them because they are the practical choice for commuters.

Of course we won’t ask how they stayed bright white slogging around the city. Chalk that impossibility up to movie magic.

So I get off the jam packed morning rush hour subway car. The platform is more crowded than usual. Why? Because yet another high heeled honey got her Jimmy Choos stuck in a subway grate.

I try to have sympathy for Miss Young Blonde Thing as she writhed and wiggled, to the keen enjoyment of male suits everywhere, attempting to dislodge the flimsy heel from between the metal gaps without breaking it in two. I try and fail.

I look down at the ugly black lace up shoes I wear to commute in, the shoes the hubby calls the mass murderers because they resemble the footwear of choice for movie serial killers. Again, like Melanie Griffith, I don’t wear them because they look great. I wear them because I can climb stairs, stand for hours on crowded buses, and… gasp… walk over grates with them.

I ask myself “Was I ever so young and foolish?” Yes, yes, I was. I wore the six inch heels with the about as long pencil line skirt. But after falling on my bottom a couple times, I learned my lesson. Four hours a day, five days a week for twenty years will drum the sensible commuting footwear rule in, regardless of your intelligence level.

Oh, and another tip. Sweetheart, if you can’t climb the subway station stairs in that tight, tight skirt, take the escalators.