High Maintenance
Mary Karr pleads: Oh, womenfolk, as we once burned our bras, could we not torch the footwear crucifying us?
Karr confesses: "While the rest of my physique is mediocre by the laxest standards, I started adulthood with an exemplary foot." By sixty, those ballerina-worthy feet had "gnarled up like gingerroot"—her manifesto against the tyranny of high heels.