You may now know my weakness: high heels. Recently, I was on a press trip in Stockholm and fell in love with the Most Beautiful Shoe Ever. A silver Acne pump that I wanted to slide on my foot like Cinderella, hop, just like that. So said, so done.
They were on sale, I had worked very hard all year (you tell yourself that at moments like these), so such a rib-out-of-my-body purchase is just allowed. Oh, and bestie Hajar kept pushing, which quickly gets a woman over the line. “Yeah no, you really have to do it Kiek, they look so cool on you.” A quarter of an hour later, I was outside with the most expensive designer shoes I have ever bought.
But aside from a weakness for shoes, I have a second weakness: my sense of direction. I always think I'm walking well, but I've learned that I usually end up walking in the direction I actually don't want to go. It works better in practice. Anyway, it was our last day in Stockholm, we were in a bit of a hurry, but I had decided that I still wanted to shop to find my dream shoe, which caused me a problem. Walking from the hotel to the store wasn't a problem, but uh, how were we supposed to get back again? Long story short: we took shamelessly long, used one cliché phrase after another (‘We're lost’ for example) and ended up having to jump in a taxi for the last part because otherwise, we would almost miss our flight.
And that's why, nailed to the pillory, the 8 sentences that women without a sense of direction say to each other (my feminist heart secretly cries a little at this):
- Shit. Should we have taken this exit?
- The dot on Google Maps isn't moving correctly?!
- Where the FUCK are we?
- Why did we have to go all the way..? (fill in the activity that got you lost)
- But seriously, how can you get lost when you have Google Maps on?
- When I walk with my boyfriend, I actually rarely get lost...
- Okay, your turn, that person looks nice and probably knows the way.
- (Silence, sigh…) Are you calling a taxi or am I?
Written by Kiki Düren
