The Dixie Chicks “don’t take shit from no one”, so to speak. And I raise my hat to them. So if anyone wants to sing me a rendition of “Cowboy Take Me Away” with a little gender role-reversal, I’d be honored. But let’s talk shop: cowgirl boots.
Being an Oklahoman living in California is truly a delight. Not only can people assume that like my senator I follow a stringent “deny-until-we-all-die” policy regarding global warming, but they can also assume that I lack a certain level of sophistication… joke’s on them, who’s an internet celebrity now?
But these assumptions are neither here nor there and are a bit tangential. What I mean to say is that by being from Oklahoma, I am privileged enough to wear cowgirl boots everyday and not feel like a complete poser (even if I know nothing whatsoever about cattle, farms, or rodeos). What I do know, however, is fabulosity and these boots are fabulous:
These beautiful vintage cowboy boots were screaming my name but seeing as they are a MEN’S SIZE 12.5 and I wear a child’s size 2.5, I am physically unable to rock them. This brings me to the point…finally…:
A man who wears a shoe size of 12.5 does not have to be “comfortable with his sexuality” to wear them. Assuming that pink boots with stars on them are feminine is nothing but a perpetuation of gender roles. I digress. What I mean to say is that what he needs to be is comfortable with oozing a certain amount of awesome at all times. This is no easy feat, but it’s been done before.
Finally, just thought I’d share a quick quote from my favorite book, “And The Pursuit of Happiness” by Maira Kalman. She quotes Alexis de Tocqueville who claimed that he would attribute “the single prosperity and fast growing force” of the American people to “the superiority of its women.” (97).
And since we know that American women wear cowgirl boots, the transitive property allows us to attribute the success of American democracy to girls from Oklahoma who wear cowgirl boots.