By Barbara Falconer Newhall
Let’s face it. Spike heels aren’t much good for doing what real women do most days — drive an SUV, stand in line at the check-out counter, empty the dishwasher, clear the gunk from between the planks in the decking. You’d think stilettos would have passed into history long ago — along with garter belts and nylons with seams up the back.
The same goes for the inch-long fingernail. Now that women are keyboarding and texting all the day long, you’d think that we’d all be wearing our nails tidy and short.
But no. Seventeen years into the new millennium, spikes and fingernails are still with us. What gives?
Check out this post — “A Case of the Human Condition: Feminine, Feminist Pink” — written for the Oakland Tribune when the twenty-first century still seemed impossibly far in the future.
At the time I wrote this piece, I was sure that spike heels and inch-long fingernails would be so last century by now. But here we are, with a toe hold in the 21st century, and fingernails and spike heels are as long — and scary — as ever.
Whatever happened to pink, btw? The pink so adored by little girls, but by grown, stiletto-heeled women, not so much? Read all about it at “A Case of the Human Condition: Feminine, Feminist Pink”