I may have a beard and a voice that's three octaves deeper than the majority of my colleagues, but I love women's fashion—shoes in particular. (Hence, I choose to wake up every single day and write about the latest trends and collections for you, dear readers.) But recently I had a thought: Okay, Bobby, you claim you love women's shoes so much and spend more time surrounded by them than your own loved ones, but you've never actually experienced them firsthand (i.e., never felt the pain women actually have to go through when they live their lives three inches—or more—above the earth).
So after all of these years writing about women's shoes, I finally decided to step up to the plate (literally) and test out heels for a day once and for all.
First up, the selection process—which pair would I try out first. I spoke to a few girlfriends, and something from Stuart Weitzman—mainly the Naked sandals—were voted the best bet (and most comfortable!). So I went on the hunt to find a pair in my size—size 12 in women’s. After locating the perfect pair (with a little help from Stuart Weitzman), I went for it—I spent an entire workday in heels. Yes, I actually did this (without cheating!) and have the photos to prove it.
Keep scrolling to peep snaps of this male editor in heels and learn more about my experience, including my new appreciation for all you ladies.
Here I am right before I took my first steps. And yes, I went for the on-trend heels/socks look (because who wants to be up close and personal with man feet?). I'm not going to lie: I was incredibly nervous—mostly because I didn't want to end this day in the E.R. with a broken ankle.
Time for my first strut down the office. While it certainly took a minute for me to get the hang of it—I'm normally round-shouldered, and these forced me to stand up straight (a novel concept, I know)—I got pretty into it after the initial steps. It was certainly awkward towering over many of my colleagues in the office and clacking to get my coffee versus shuffling, but I was into it.
Time for a pose on the way to a meeting (also my feet started hurting and I needed a break from walking). And did I get catcalled by a van of men driving by while taking this photo? Yes. Yes, I did.
By the end of the day as I prepped for my final meeting (and an outfit change), I was starting to get the hang of it and totally started embracing the look—yes, I even stripped the socks (sorry for the man feet). But hey, when in Rome, right?
My final thoughts of my day spent in heels? Although tough by the end of the day (having your foot in that position is completely unnatural), it was an overall fun experience—I'll definitely have a new appreciation for you ladies when I suggest high heels in my stories.