Getting married looks fun but it must be hell to go around in white stilettos all day.
You’ve got to navigate your way up the aisle without sounding like a lame horse, clip-clopping in a near-silent church/registry office/somewhere quirky.
You’ve also got to make sure your heels don’t catch on your train or dress. And if you do survive the actual ceremony, you’ve then got to stay wearing them for the rest of the day.
Imagine the pain you’d be in by the time you’re forced to do your first dance in front of everyone. Suddenly MJ’s Blood On The Dance Floor takes on a whole new level of meaning.
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