An esoteric meaning of shoes...

Why are women so fascinated by shoes? Here is my take.

Once I had a conversation with a client Ms. X about her struggles trying to decide between working for someone else versus starting her own venture in a very competitive field. When we were discussing her options and the never ending chain of trials that resulted in errors, I had a vivid association.

Instead of just looking for a new pair that fits her size and style she seems to be always trying on somebody else' used shoes.

The shoes analogy seemed to transpire and lo and behold X did start on her own. But not before she was able to see the niche that was truly her own, making her offering unique and new, hence without existing competitors.

Shoes might have this special meaning since, unlike clothes; they can not be easily washed and altered for the size. A fit is a fit is a fit - so shoes lend themselves well to becoming a symbol of one's true identity.

PS. Client confidentiality is very important to me. No identifying details will be revealed, unless I get an explicit permission from the client.
PPS Musing on men and shoes might be coming soon... Or not :) Stay tuned!

Just so story... :)

Slightly philosophical, New York style jaded, yet irresistibly cute and self aware.

What do you think?

The Wilson Quarterly: America: Land of Loners? by Daniel Akst

The Wilson Quarterly: America: Land of Loners? by Daniel Akst



I've been thinking for a while that it's about time for reinstating the word "acquaintance" in American English.
Then of course some facebook interface changes and soul searching might be inevitable...

On child rearing...

The hidden dangers of eternal parental optimism - casually presenting children with impossible situations, and hoping for the best....


"A son should respect his father
he should not have to be taught to respect his father
It is something that is natural
That’s how I’ve brought up my son anyway.

Of course a father must be worthy of respect
He can’t forfeit a son’s respect
But I hope at least my son will respect me, if
only for leaving him free to respect me or not."

from R.D. Laing

Do you have an idea?...

..and what does conceiving an idea mean anyway?
Sharing ideas... I wonder how many of us can truly share ideas, when those ideas are in their most vague and fuzzy stage. Very often , we can afford to define something as an idea, when it gets to the PowerPoint eligible form (and the PowerPoint can be the proverbial napkin - it makes no difference). When something can be put on a napkin , it means the idea has already been born and is in its formation stages. But what about the time prior to that - when it's all too fuzzy and undefined to be expressed in symbols, sounds or any other form of abstraction? How many are lucky to have someone to share these pre-ideas with?

And yes, this entry is an example of a fuzzy stage in idea formation:)