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	<title>Comments on: She loves shoes yeah yeah yeah</title>
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		<title>By: mycar</title>
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V magazine &quot;Foot fetish&quot;

Enjoy!</description>
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V magazine &#8220;Foot fetish&#8221;</p>
<p>Enjoy!</p>
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		<title>By: Robert Wringham</title>
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		<dc:creator>Robert Wringham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 00:45:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am 99% certain that bottom belongs to a man.</description>
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		<title>By: Mike Press</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike Press</dc:creator>
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		<description>Gender differences in elation and joy: it&#039;s a foot thing. A woman friend of mine has just been sharing with me her overwhelming sense of excitement and joy at her first moment of wearing and subsequently purchasing a pair of wooden wedge shoes. I feel a bit like I do with my Fine Artist friend in Sheffield (who we both know!) whose mood swings sync perfectly in accordance with the fortunes of Sheffield United. While I like to see them joyful (and indeed encourage it) I remain oddly unmoved by the source of their joy itself. I seem to be located in an emotional nomansland between Footie and Footwear. I mused long and hard as to whether socks rock my boat. Alas, they do not.

But this from an article in The Guardian seems to get to the heart of the problem (the shoe issue, not the problem of why foot-related things leave me cold):

&quot;Shoes are actually the one part of a woman&#039;s outfit that are entirely for the wearer&#039;s pleasure, as opposed to that of the man. The male gaze tends to work from the top downwards, rarely ever getting as far as the shoe. So women tend to treat shoes as their secret outlet for fantasy self-image. The rest of their outfit is usually intended for the approbation of the observer. But down there, squirreled away, hidden beneath their hem lines and trouser legs, is the secret treat they save for themselves, that they can look down and admire with a small smile in the middle of their working day.&quot;

Perhaps bizarrely, this piece was written as part of a report on the 2002 Tory Party conference:

http://politics.guardian.co.uk/tories2002/comment/0,,807322,00.html</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gender differences in elation and joy: it&#8217;s a foot thing. A woman friend of mine has just been sharing with me her overwhelming sense of excitement and joy at her first moment of wearing and subsequently purchasing a pair of wooden wedge shoes. I feel a bit like I do with my Fine Artist friend in Sheffield (who we both know!) whose mood swings sync perfectly in accordance with the fortunes of Sheffield United. While I like to see them joyful (and indeed encourage it) I remain oddly unmoved by the source of their joy itself. I seem to be located in an emotional nomansland between Footie and Footwear. I mused long and hard as to whether socks rock my boat. Alas, they do not.</p>
<p>But this from an article in The Guardian seems to get to the heart of the problem (the shoe issue, not the problem of why foot-related things leave me cold):</p>
<p>&#8220;Shoes are actually the one part of a woman&#8217;s outfit that are entirely for the wearer&#8217;s pleasure, as opposed to that of the man. The male gaze tends to work from the top downwards, rarely ever getting as far as the shoe. So women tend to treat shoes as their secret outlet for fantasy self-image. The rest of their outfit is usually intended for the approbation of the observer. But down there, squirreled away, hidden beneath their hem lines and trouser legs, is the secret treat they save for themselves, that they can look down and admire with a small smile in the middle of their working day.&#8221;</p>
<p>Perhaps bizarrely, this piece was written as part of a report on the 2002 Tory Party conference:</p>
<p><a href="http://politics.guardian.co.uk/tories2002/comment/0,,807322,00.html" rel="nofollow">http://politics.guardian.co.uk/tories2002/comment/0,,807322,00.html</a></p>
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