Hey everyone!
Welcome to the first ever blog post on UTSC’s new and
refreshed student life blog, Pulse!
I feel like there should have been cheers, confetti and more
of a celebration, but instead you get an introduction from me! Yay!
Hi, I’m Ranziba! Microsoft Word likes to underline my name
with red zigzags, but I prefer to underline my life with happiness. I’m your
typical everyday girl (who loves books, cats, accents and exclamation marks) looking
to share my experiences at this crazy (sometimes draining, but always
interesting) whirlwind we call university life. I’ll be starting off your week
every week with blog posts, hoping to take away your case of Monday morning
blues better than a cup of coffee (yeah, it’s a throwdown).
The people over at Department of Student Life (DSL) were
kind enough to set this whole thing up and let me – me! – share my voice with
you all. But don’t worry, every day of the week you’ll have the opportunity to
hear other cool bloggers voice talking about what interests them – and
hopefully what interests you too! We’re hoping that with your help this blog
will become our very own awesome student online community.
So let’s get this thing on its
feet – literally!
How many pairs of shoes do you own? If you’re like me, you
have your everyday comfy shoes, your
“we-live-in-Canada-so-we-better-dress-like-it” winter boots and your prized
party shoes. Well, on Thursday night at the annual Boat Cruise: All Hands on
Deck, my formerly-loved heels from hell gave me a kick in the butt and left me
wanting to abandon the third category all together!
The night started off with everyone in finest form. Ready to
dance, dine and dressed to impress from their head to their toes. I, like
many ladies, wore my highest, most liable-to-break-your-ankle shoes in
preparation to dance the night away. And before I knew it, I had joined the
masses limping back to the buses, shoes in hand, grimace of pain on my face.
What started as the crowning jewel of my outfit had, by the
end of the night, turned into the reason for my numb and bleeding toes. The
next morning, as I tried to revive my poor feet, I wondered WHY DOES ANYONE DO
THIS!? I knew that my 5-inch stilettos would become the source of my bleeding
toes. Turn from sole-mate to enemy, if you will. So why did I do it? In fact,
if beauty is pain, why does anyone go through it?
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| Heels from hell! |
Now, before I go any further, I have to say that I feel like
when it comes to orthotic problem-inducing footwear, guys get an unfair
advantage. But they’re exactly on par when it comes to their consciousness of “sneaker
swag”. You and I both know of those characters that never actually wear the
shoes they love, take pictures of their sneaker collection (and post it on
Facebook) and collect more swishes and pumas than dates.
So, even if guys don’t feel the pain directly, their wallets
(and social lives) sure do! And what’s more, this phenomenon isn’t just limited
to pricey podiatric possessions!
There is definitely a select population here at UTSC that
dress in high heels, mini-skirts and matching tops. Or conversely, those who cloak themselves in
brand names, gym bags and excessive cologne. Fashion Friday, everyday, ain’t
that the truth.
But don’t get me wrong! I admire those girls that dress like
diva’s every day! And I really admire
the eye-candy that struts around in a fine cut suit because “they had a
business presentation due” (if I had a dime…). So maybe York shouldn’t be the
only school known for its fashionable students.
But I still can’t pretend to be a part of this movement. I
think Drake aptly summarizes my university look after the first week: “sweatpants, hair tied, chillin’ with no makeup on.” So then how do these girls and boys work this
focus-on-fashion into their daily university life?
As I sat there, trying to revive my feet, I had a blistering
illumination. Shoes are that essential item that adds a spark to your outfit,
to your night. In fact, looking good can sometimes help you feel good. After
effects aside, in the moment, when you’re dressed to impress towering over
everyone, heady with the height and the feeling that you look fabulous, your
night will always take a turn for the better. And what are a few blisters
afterward, right?
They say after every hardship there is ease, and this may be
the Advil talking, but I’m inclined to agree! So, while I’ll stick to my
low-key dress sense, I see the point.
In fact, my epiphany courtesy of the straps on my glossy
patent leather peep-toe pumps has convinced me to update more than just my
choice of footwear throughout the year. I’m going to go for an outfit and an attitude overhaul this year.
Grammatical inconsistencies aside: you dress good, you feel
good. So even though every time I’m slipping on those beautiful but dangerous
heels, I’m in the business of keeping Dr. Scholl’s in business, I’m doing it
because I know I feel good – at least in the present.
And isn’t that really the thing? Live like you're dying, dress
like you're living, or something like that. I think Paolo Nutini sang it better
in “New Shoes”:
Hey, I put some new shoes on,
and suddenly everything is right,
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling,
it so inviting,
Oh, short on money,
but long on time,
slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,
and i'm running late,
and i don't need an excuse,
'cause i'm wearing my brand new shoes.
And of course for those who have no qualms about wearing
that perfect piece of footwear, this might be the jam for you:
Walk it Out - UNK
Until next week, later days!
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