People ask me all the time, “Where did you get those boots?” Well, let me clarify: women ask me all the time. Women love boots, and not just cowgirls. I’m not sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with power. That’s right, when I slip into my boots, whether they’re the suede puddle-jumpers, the knee-high gogos, or the Polish horseriders, I feel a little bit like what I imagine Wonder Woman must feel. I’m taller, yes, but I also get a stronger center of gravity. And if push came to shove, I think I could kick some serious butt.
There’s a famous song by Nancy Sinatra which you all probably thought of as soon as you saw the title of this post. And now you’re gonna have it stuck in your head for the rest the day… one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over them buh-buh-buh…
I think boot manufacturers know that we love our boots. Why else would they charge an arm and a leg?