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Feet, one of the most disgusting part of the body, in my opinion at least. If I didn’t love the way high heels make my legs look, I would donate both feet to some poor child who lost her feet to a mine explosion in some war-torn country, purchase a hover round, and gladly power wheel myself down 5th Ave laughing at all the suckers who still have to walk. Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve gotten to the point where donating appendages are viable options, and I still have high hopes that one day, I will actually strut gown 5th in my very own pair of Loubs.

How do shoes that are quite obviously walking the line (no pun intended) between hooker and power femme make every woman and some men lust? Because everybody, including those like me, have a slight foot fetish, or that is are willing to have a foot fetish if it involves donning a pair of Christian Louboutins.

I started thinking about this not only because the man himself, Christian Louboutin, is at Barney’s in NYC today, which I’m missing, but because I read an article by Cintra Wilson on the NYT Website, in which every posh socialite in the Upper East Side Louboutin boutique was swooning over the same style of shoe, but much to their chagrin, their sizes weren’t in stock. The article quoted Simon Doonan saying, “Louboutin girls are very determined. You get the sense if they had an X-Acto knife and some margarine they’d do whatever they could to get that boot on,” and if I even had the slightest chance of owning a pair of Loubs, I think I might sacrifice a toe or two.

This Louboutin complex lots of women have reminds me of a story I heard about an elderly women who is quite obese, to put it frankly, but she won’t work out because she has at the very least one thing going for her. She has tiny, well-kept feet and worries that so much time in the sneakers at the gym would ruin them. She knows there are men out there who fantasize about women with pretty, dainty feet and her weight wouldn’t matter to them. Not to say, it was okay for her to be clinically obese, but she knew the power of feet. Everyone has heard of the legendary powers Christian Louboutin shoes have— just by sliding our feet into the semi-fetish platforms, our legs magically become Bündchen-esque, and we’d do anything possess this red-soled magic.

What would I do to be able to own and actually wear a pair of Loubs? What wouldn’t I do, I donate my siblings to science to be prodded and experimented on if necessary, and I like my siblings, for the most part! Are you part of the Louboutin obsessed? What would you do to own a pair?