A friend emailed that she wants a senior position in government AND the townhouse must be in Tribeca.  Then again, she thought, the townhouse wasn’t a good idea because there is no staff to help if there is a leak or something.  Ok, so she is sensible, but . . . . .

I need to tell you more about this sensible friend.  We saw her last evening at a function and she was wearing Jimmy Choo, insanely high-heeled shoes.  She is not a short woman and already has a presence about her without being 5 inches higher as a result of lovely but insane shoes.  (By the way, back-breaking shoes are NOT allowed in No-Where-istan.) 

Of COURSE, it was an I-am-40-and-over-and-I-needed-these-shoes crisis.  For those of you not yet in your 40s, don’t think that we are exaggerating the phenomenon.  Save up just for your impulse buys for the 40s decade.  Trust me.  Or ask a female financial planner.  Really.

On the plus side, our friend’s calves looked fabulous (for the real confirmation, she couldn’t ask straight women, so she made sure she asked POB (partner of blogger) and me about how hot her calves looked).

But she is not going to be senior health advisor (high heels knocked her out of the running) and we don’t have health care in No-Where-istan anyway. 

But, we will have a senior official with killer calves. 

She’ll have to take off the shoes when trying to enter the country that is still in my head.