About high heels.. A thought has come into my mind today, a fact which cannot be ignored: women wearing high-heeled shoes have become a rare occasion in the streets of my town. In previous years most women paraded around in heels. Where have they gone? Has something happened to our mentality or is it just a matter of fashion? Don’t think, please, that I’m extremely concerned about the issue, I’m just reflecting. Because, as I see it, high heels are not just an element of women’s outfit, it’s much more. For any woman high heels are a kind of “lethal weapon” when she hunts for men, since by wearing high heeled shoes she looks more appealing. Moreover, high heels give her a specific feeling of a higher self-esteem, like, I’ve put on my heels – I’m a princess, I’ve taken them off – I’m an ordinary girl. So, it’s a little strange that women have refused to wear high heeled shoes. Come to think of it, the concept of princess is only relevant if there is a prince. However, today the romantic idea of a girl waiting for her manly prince riding a white horse seems to be out of fashion. I suppose this is not coincidentally that the unisex trend is prevailing in clothing these days. The thing is, the pace of life has accelerated and life itself has become more complicated for women in particular. Now they often have to work equally with men and the trend of erasure of external gender borders just reflects this social phenomenon. Indeed, aggressive sexuality is no longer comme il faut. So, it looks like high heels have been out from everyday city life as inappropriate and uncomfortable stuff. In conclusion, I believe the changes which have occurred in our attitude to wearing high heels are still positive. Because, it’s so painful to look at some fashionista waddling in high heels along the cracked pavement with suffering facial expression which is read: only not to fall down. For a clever woman high heels worn in a suitable situation will always remain a viable means for conquering men’s hearts.

About ice cream... Well, today I’m going to talk about ice cream. Do you like ice cream? I am sure, you do) I love it, too but where has it gone, the ice cream that makes me feel divine? I haven’t eaten such one since my childhood. You can argue, of course, like, sure, the grass is greener, the sky is brighter let alone ice cream which is surely sweeter in anyone’s childhood. But I’ll kindly let you with your skepticism and keep my sweet childhood memories. As a school girl I used to go by bike to the nearest ice cream café to buy some ice cream. I’ve always loved the kind which is called sundae (here we call it “plombirrrr”))))). Well, I used to buy not less than 2 kilos at once. They sold it in bulk, so I handed a plastic bag to the sales woman and she put ice cream into it generously pouring with syrup over. Then I went back home to place my catch into the fridge which then from time to time magneted me during the rest of the day. As years went on, things have changed and so has ice cream. Not only has it become more expensive (now I can only afford two ice cream cones), its taste has definitely worsened. Once I even had a sickness after eating ice cream. I think it’s because in my childhood ice cream was made from natural cream but now it is made from something-like-cream. Well, to sum up, obviously, life is becoming better and better, since these days I’m not at risk of obesity and can boast my perfect fitness)