Don't lie to yourself. You'd trade in a meth crazed night as a Dallas Cowboys locker room sex slave if you could spend even one hour in Carrie Bradshaw's shoes. Who knows why? Who cares? You just would.
Well, come this February you can walk arm in arm with the Samanthas, Mirandas and Charlottes in your life, strutting past the trendy shops of Manhattan's Meat Packing District, snarling at the trannies and eying the male models in your very own Manolo's for Men.
Never mind that they're hideous and would make you look like the ugly hate child of Perez Hilton and Amy Winehouse, accidentally conceived though anal sex (Perez in the bottom position) in a Hollywood Internet Cafe tucked behind a free rehab clinic.
Vogue--as much in touch with reality as most of you--reports that after an absence of seven years on the menswear scene, Carrie Bradshaw's beloved Manolo Blahnik has dusted off his sketchbook - and created "a line of men's shoes so fabulous, they are pretty much guaranteed to knock your man's socks off. The six-piece collection runs the gamut from safely stunning (the red suede Oxford brogue), to the outrageously gorgeous (in the shape of leopard print sandal, Bir). "It's not a big collection," reflects the designer. "There are some simple sandals in beautiful materials, and a few classics--with a twist. I thought it was time to bring back some colour into the male wardrobe."
Welcome to Carrie's world.
Yes my little Dorothy's; just click these heels together three times in a row and you'll be magically transported to Sex And The City.