Tall Girls In Heels

The fates returned me to a world occupied by twenty-year-old women, despite my attempts to avoid it.  My long absence makes my observations that much more vivid.  Among other new growth, I've marked the distinct development of a phenomenon where the tallest girls wear the highest heels.  To make up for past sins, we spent forty years on confidence exercises and esteem-building on our daughters to create a new race of being, of which these may be the new model.  

Fun-sized cheerleader models still exist, but they're no longer the unchallenged queens.  Girls of every shape and size are embraced and celebrated now with an almost intimidating confidence.  I've heard these memes discussed for a while now, but seeing them in action is still very new.

The trope of a shy, tall girl in flats is no longer.  They not only wear heels now, but they wear extreme heels.  The kind that's probably not safe to wear for men.  The points of their stilettos are microscopic now, actual weapons on each foot.  I've even seen a pair shaped like scimitars point down.  Their chunky heels are immense.  I've seen the felter shoes worn by Boris Karloff, Glen Strange, and Fred Gwynne to play Frankenstein, and they aren't as high or as chunky as these.  Daring hemlines are back, too; along with the shoes, the combined effect being enough exposed flesh to make another person. 

I always preferred tall girls.  They changed the rules enough to make things very interesting.  Most lacked romantic confidence, though, but mine was worse so that usually killed any spark of connection.  I usually needed the extra push from a fun-sized cheerleader type, either telling me what to do or begging me to rescue her before it's too late.

Boys are different now too.  I think it's more internal than external, though.  Maybe there wasn't this concern about correcting past mistakes.  I suspect we have a way to go with girls yet, though.  Younger beasts learn early to hide their doubts or get consumed by their peers.  I'm more than pleased with the progress, although seeing it makes me laugh.  I keep it to myself, though.  I love you.  Go!  Be Tall!  You earned it!  I'll tell Mr. Karloff he ain't gettin' his shoes back.