I’ve always been a fan of your magazine because it gives me all the stuff I want from a monthly and often more. I always get excited when my copy plops through the letterbox and I love curling up on the sofa to read it from cover to cover in one fell swoop.
I spent the entirety of my teens and most of my early twenties feeling drastically unfeminine and unlovable because I’m not a petite polly pocket woman with a small pert bum and normal sized feet who can be thrown over a man’s shoulder and spirited away into the sunset. At almost 30 It still hits me in those wobbly moments when I’m wishing I was a foot shorter and could chop my toes off to fit into the women’s shoes available on the high street but for the most part I just accept the way I am.
That’s why it was a bit of a shock whilst reading your article ’10 Ways To Tell If He’s Good Enough For You’ to see Shane Watson say that for a man to be good enough for you to date he should be able to carry you both physically and metaphorically. This 1900’s lack of independent women who need to be carried by men schtick is all the more worrying because contrary to what the name suggests, Shane is a woman. Whatever happened to the sisterhood?
So far so backwards step, however point 8 in the article also says that women shouldn’t end up with men who have smaller feet than them or who are less hairy because it’s important that the woman is the most feminine one in the relationship. According to this article I need a man who can pick me up and not be caught tip toeing round the bedroom in my high heels. Unfortunately as a woman who is 6’2″ and takes a size 12 shoe this somewhat narrows the field for me to the likes of Giant Haystacks (dead), Andre the Giant (dead) or Kris Humphries (Kim Kardashian’s cast off? Hell no).
Pardon my French but shoe size has fuck all to do with femininity and even less to do with choosing a man to date. In fact if you’re the sort of man (or woman for that matter) who uses it as a criteria for dating someone then you’re not the sort of person I want to date anyway and you should take your pedes paranoia and shuffle off into the sunset, alone to hopefully develop bunions in some sort of karmic retribution. Sure I might have the odd day where I feel like a lumberjack who could use canoes for shoes but everyone has days where they don’t feel great about themselves.
But thankfully for me I can sniff out poppycock when I read it and frankly, the entire article attempted to paint women as weak and feeble in need of hero men to make them feel feminine and graceful. A ridiculous notion I’m sure more than a few of your readers will agree with.
If you’ll excuse me I’m off to find a man who makes me laugh, makes me think and most importantly likes me for me, huge feet and big bum included.
Long Tall Ally