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Editor’s note: The Ambassador kicks up her heels for this drop.

It’s finally winter break and I find myself presented with the opportunity to spend the next month reveling in the senseless pleasures of life once again. It’s about damn time too. One thing I plan to do in the next month is some shopping – and what’s better than treating yourself to some new kicks? Well, here at DP Dot Com I’ve noticed that there are quite a few shoe addicts. Being a woman and all, I think it’s embedded into my DNA that I give a shit about what I put onto my feet. And although I can appreciate a fresh pair of Nikes, I also have a need for another kind of shoe that doesn’t seem to get as much shine around here.

The stiletto.

I don’t know why I have a soft spot for these things. I should probably hate them. Unless you get lucky, they’ll wreak havoc upon your feet and they suck for when you have to walk long distances. They would make a podiatrist cringe (and keep them in business at the same time, so go figure). Yet, I keep buying them. Perhaps women see stilettos as a weapon that’s always legal to carry – there’s no doubt you could cause some serious pain and blood loss if you used them right. A self defense mechanism you carry around on your feet, so to speak. I mean who needs pepper spray when you have a four inch spike heel walking around with you? Hell, I’ve drawn blood (accidentally) with a pair of shoes before.

Anyway, it seems to be the trend at DP Dot Com right now to let people catch a glimpse into your latest purchase or your most beloved pair of kicks, and I think it’s about time that the trend got a dose of estrogen. So I present you with a glimpse into my closet – nothing too amazing, I mean I’m still a broke ass college girl so you ain’t gonna find any Manolo Blahnik pumps, but I still make it work on a budget. And anyway, the price tag on a shoe doesn’t account for the sentimental value a shoe can have to a person. I mean your shoes go everywhere with you – where you walk, they have to follow. Which means that all of my shoes have their own stories.

I call these shoes my PAWG shoes. Why, you ask? Well, I caught Kelly Monaco wearing these kicks on an episode of ‘General Hospital’. It was even post-‘Dancing With the Stars’ wardrobe malfunction, when she was still semi-famous. Anyway, if they’re good enough for Kelly, they’re good enough for me. For the record though, I had them first.

I saw these kicks on TV too, although I wish I hadn’t. Some random-ass trash talking type of broad on an episode of MTV’s *True Life* series was wearing them to hit up a club at the Jersey shore. Oh well, once again I had them first. I win. Except I lose, because nothing but bullshit ever happens to me when I wear these. Like having to push your broken down car in the rain.
So…let’s just say these kicks don’t see the light of day anymore.

Nobody ever says anything about these shoes except “those are sexy”. I consider them classy-type sexy though, rather than clear heel, pole dancing, stripper-type sexy. The picture doesn’t do these justice. I almost bought them in gold, too, but you know…budget. Ouch. And that’s a double meaning “ouch”, too, because these really hurt like hell.

These are some of the tamer kicks I have – but we all need some of those. Basic, versatile shoes. I like the toe detail because it’s still unique yet simple. Despite the simplicity of these, they probably have the most twisted story of any shoes I own. To spare you the insane details, the first time I wore these I got indirectly told by a minister that I’m pretty much on my way to hell when I die. Uh oh. Don’t even ask me what brought that on, either, because to this day I’m not so sure.

	The Ambassador says… “What?!?!?!” “I’m still a fucking lady!”