If I had not just purchased a flight to North Carolina, I would be purchasing these. Because, as you so eloquently put it, they are indeed the perfect heel for hunting aliens in your underwear, which, really, is all I want to do with my life, ever, and has been all I ever wanted to do since I was about 12 years old.
Instead, I will sit alone and think about Battlestar Galactica, and how I would like to get a Ph.D. in Battlestar Galacticology, if only, if only, if only.
Also, do you know what I am really into these days? I am really into the Susan B. Anthony dollar. It is the only existing coin that celebrates my two favourite things: feminists and outer space (sadly, not feminists IN outer space, but believe me, we will be writing that chapter of history before the century is out, I know it).
Hey, remember Roberta Bondar? What a neat lady.
Um, that’s all. You should give me some free shoes, though.
Truly, madly, deeply,
Alexandra
I get why they are called Sigourney, but I’m pretty sure they are screaming your name.
Everything in my town is named after Roberta Bondar, because she grew up here, and the Bondars are still one of the most important families in town.
I want those shoes, too.
They are kind of the best ever, aren’t they?