In news that will excite fetishists and charitable givers alike, the internet is about to be overflowing with naked feet! More
There’s one piece of body-bashing that always dumbfounds me more than the others. Ladies, can we please stop being ashamed of our feet? More
Oh, the things some people will do for Louboutins. More
Hold onto your leather baseball caps because Miley Cyrus has started a new trend and this one is up there on the Top Miley Cyrus Utterly Ridiculous Trends List, right below the fuzzy bear leotard. More
You silly plebeians, your stupid ugly normal-people shoes are ruining her five-star feetsies. More
Earlier today, while scanning my reader for amusing stories to pick up, I came across one in The Huffington Post titled “The 7 Grossest Things Seen Backstage At Fashion Week.” There’s nothing I love more than gawking at the ugly side of fashion, so I clicked. Most of the things on the list were legitimately gross—stylists using their own spit on models in lieu of hair spray, people shaking other people’s hands right after they sneeze—but one item on the list stood out to me as potentially wrongheaded. More
Lately, I’ve been finding myself a little stressed out. More
In Beauty Treatments for Hippies, I try out home remedies for the superficial things that ail us all. More
Hi, my name is Jamie Peck and I can’t wear high heels. More
I was at at a book party a while ago (it was for this book! Which is a very funny book!) wherein the author recounted her time in Europe, which included stories about “disconcerting sexual encounters with possible sociopaths.” At one point the presenter turned to her husband and said “did any of this shock you?” More
Chalk this one up as yet another thing I didn’t need to know about celebrities – filmmaker Quentin Tarantino has a foot fetish. But I can’t blame Tarantino for spilling the beans on this one: it was a recurring theme during his recent Friars Club roast, with comedians like Sarah Silverman and Jeffrey Ross taking potshots at Tarantino’s fetish. More
It’s fall, which means you’ll be switching from flip-flops and sandals to sneakers and boots. That also means you can reinvest your pedicure fund and use the money to buy some of these super cute pairs of socks.
I love high heels. Not in the Carrie Bradshaw “walking 40 blocks in $400 shoes” Manolo fetishist kind of way, or anything. I just love them. I love that they are pretty. I love that they are womanly and glamorous. I love that they make me taller. I love the way my legs look in them. But most of all, I love that they make me feel powerful. I love my high heels, but they do not return my love. In fact, they turned on me.
A few weeks back, I noticed soreness in my foot; I ignored it. I began walking with a limp; I still ignored it. It got so bad that last week, after a lovely dinner with girlfriends, my friend Ana had to literally carry me home on her back when we couldn’t get a cab because it hurt too much to walk even a few steps. So I broke down and went to the doctor. And it turns out I have a stress fracture. More