sneaker-lickin' good

Keen's suede "Ventura".

waxjism's family, simply because they are slobs and because it's my hobby to talk about shoes, have this annoying ide fixe that I am some kind of Imelda Marcos. Despite the fact that they have only seen me in high heels at a wedding, because I otherwise invariably wear sneakers or ballet flats, when a commercial for Paris during Eurovision last night consisted of someone filling a suitcase with about 8 pairs of fugly high heels Brother Windows thought it was quite witty to quip "It must be Cim going on a trip!" And he acted surprised when I pointed out that I don't even own more than two pairs of them (I'd certainly never take them on vacation).

When I pointed out a coupla years ago that at my age 15 pairs of shoes (of which 6 were sneakers, one were galoshes and one were snowboots!) wasn't very much, they were all "Oh, only fifteen!" Whereas 15 is totally standard for any sort of adult woman who cares about fashion, regardless of whether she is particularly into shoes. ( My actual shoe collection, if we're counting, would currently number 20: )

Do You Eat The Plebefic Headers Last?

1. Title: Broken Lights in a Brothel Cemetery



2. Summary :“Oh, Patrick, you’re so much fun!” [I don't know what it is about this one that I love so much. The thing is that it's not especially bad - it's not even misspelled or punctuated - but somehow out of context it's just... a bit surrealist.]



3. POV:It is written in a screenplay style. So 3rd?



4. Summary: "Well," Ryan glares at Spencer for mocking him, then looks a little worried when he continues, "I think I’m also maybe a little gay for Brendon…or…like, a lot." Spencer just barely keeps himself from jumping up and screaming, "Oh, really? Because I hadn’t had a clue, with all the longing glances and the blushes and you stealing his underwear and putting it under your pillow" all sarcastic and bitchy-like, because sarcastic and bitchy is what he does best.



5. [Author's notes] This is also kind of a filler chapter 'cause you can't logically get from Florida to South Dakota in one night even with two drivers. [Well, yes - that's true, if you're traveling by car, but - plebethor - have you heard of this thing called a "scene break"?]

Georgette Heyer's Cousin Kate (1968)

Besides the fact that the romance itself is underdeveloped and the overall speed of development I found a tad tedious, the main problem with Cousin Kate is a seriously problematic treatment of mental illness, in my view. Considering the publication date that's not entirely a surprise, of course (the state of mental healthcare in the late 60s was quite bad - we were still at Lithium, Valium, It's All In Your Head, electroshock therapy, and Girl, Interrupted in the US - this just from my own vague non-specialist's knowledge, so the input of someone with more facts is always welcome). It's a bit hard to get my thoughts completely in order to dissect it, so I'd be very interested in the opinions of other people familiar with it. ( What I can definitely say is that )