I like heels. For show, not functionality. They are, just like every other accessory, an optional addition to an outfit. Depending on the event or weather, heels are one’s choice to wear. My first night in Miami Beach showed that this over-sexualized getaway is prejudice against the nice-looking girl, looking to have a good time out on the town. Although I wore my best dress and up-do, the Godzilla doorman turned me away for wearing gladiator sandals, instead of heels. Excuse me for not wanting to stand up and dance all night with my feet feeling like swollen sausages. Tantra can suck my perfectly pedicured, big toe.