A blogger I know and love (Laments of the Unfinished) had this to say about shoe addiction, and the ways she is and isn’t similar to Carrie Bradshaw.

I think I have an addiction to shoes. I’ve always loved shoes, but when
I found myself online looking at shoes after midnight the other night,
I realized that perhaps it’s time for me to get some help.

I’m no Imelda
Marcos or Carrie Bradshaw (or GlamourGirlVIP who had to insure her shoe
collection when she shipped them back to London), but I just rearranged
my shoes and while I have an entire shoe rack of black shoes, I have no
intention of stopping.

Or I said I’d stop when I came to this
realization, but then I saw a pair of white leather wedge slide sandals
on sale until the 17th and I just have to get those (actually, in the
process of writing this blog, I went ahead and bought them).

Now
some of you might ask, "how many shoes does one woman need?" Well, I’ll
tell you. You need as many shoes as you need to fit the occasion. For
instance, from my black shoe rack:

patent leather heels – classic and must haves
leather heels – classic and must haves
sling-backs – classic and must haves
a 2nd pair of sling-backs – classic, but maybe not a must have
Louis VI suedes from high school – different and I still wear them
spectator sling-backs – classic, sexy and professional
spectator suede slides – cute, and I had a gift certificate
ballet flats – needed walking shoes
thong heels – never know when you’ll be on a dinner boat in SF
leather casual slides – cute and casual
formal satin shoes – they’re formal
heeled sandals – they’re sandals
sturdy black flats – they’re sturdy and flat
platform boots – classic
non-platform boots – classic
mens-styled lace-up platform shoes – just for the hell of it

As
for the non-black shoes, I need something to spice up my extensively
black wardrobe. You also have to have a variety of heel styles because
even the classics change every decade or so. You’ve got to make sure
you aren’t wearing thick heels in a thin heel decade (I’ve been wearing
the same shoe size since the 5th grade, so I’ve had time to think about
these things).

Also, you mustn’t confuse shoe addiction with
shopping addiction. I am not a shop-a-holic. In fact, one of the many
reasons I love shoes is that they’re easy to buy. You either like them
or you don’t. They either fit or they don’t. You either have use for
them or you don’t. And many, many shoes are just like a work of art for
your feet.

I discussed this problem with my friend Kryss last
night and I think I’m using my unused sexual energy to buy shoes (just
go with me here). I’m not addicted to chocolate, so maybe I’m seeking
that "high" in another way. It’s gotta go somewhere, right?

Carrie and
I have, actually, pretty similar lives except for the sex part and the
fact that the fictional character managed to find a pretty sweet
apartment on the upper East Side, while I have a crackhead living on my
stoop. You could call my life Sexless and the City. I got the City and
the shoes, but that’s about it – well and God, of course. God, Shoes
and the City.

And I know I’m not supposed to even be thinking about sex
(perish the thought!) or being sexy, but the secret is out. I need to
feel sexy even when the only guy looking at me is the neighborly
crackhead. So what else am I supposed to do when I need to feel pretty
and the last available pair is in my size and on sale?