Check out this fabulous post by Jonah Goldberg on the late term abortion prima-donna Wendy Davis:
Last June, when the mainstream media collectively swooned over Wendy Davis and her shoes, I was overcome with Fremdschämen. The only problem is that I didn’t know what Fremdschämen was back then.
But now I do! It’s a floor wax and a dessert topping! No, that’s not right. It’s my new favorite German word. What is amazing, to me at least, is that I am only just now learning of this word, despite having a soft spot (right below my elbow) for fun foreign words (“I myself am overcome with Backpfeifengesicht right now” — The Couch). Even more surprising is that we live in the Golden Age of Fremdschämen, so you’d think more people would be using it.
So what does it mean? It means feeling embarrassed for someone else. But more than that, it means feeling embarrassed for someone else because that someone else doesn’t realize he should be embarrassed.
It’s a good piece, I almost feel embarrassed to take it on this tangent, but somebody has to say it, and it might as well be me. Yes, I am embarrassed for Mrs. Davis.
What is it, 90’s revival? Remember when feminists embarked on reclaiming pink, the most garish shades of it, and called it empowerment? Take back that afternoon in 2nd grade when the patriarchal oppressor accused you of having cooties! Pink is the new black!
In reality, few grown up women (and by grown up I mean over the age of consent) can pull a pink look. The color should be used cautiously, particularly when it comes to shoes. Muted shades are preferable, and even then it’s advisable to throw another color in the mix.
Why do feminists think that Wendy has their back with her ugly sneakers? I imagine she wore nice stilettos when she met husband #2 who paid her way through college and introduced her to political movers and shakers.
Running shoes, let alone pink running shoes, are a sartorial version of Lena Dunham, what you’d call female gaze — and it doesn’t matter how much they cost. They are a girl-bonding attribute with a touch of sugar-coated kindergarten nostalgia. Unintimidating, so we can pretend that girls like each other, and that it’s the boys who hate us. Personally, I don’t believe any of that crap and wouldn’t be caught dead in pink sneakers. Ladies, do yourself a favor, buy some nice heels.