Friday, 7 September 2007

Revisited: The Sisterhood of the Pointy Heels

You may recall that I spoke of the "Sisterhood of the Pointy Heels" long ago.
This once-secret movement, is now growing in power, and confidence.
They are marching and training openly, across the globe.

They even had a short-lived blog on Blogger a while back, I recall.
I suspect one of our blogosphere's number, recently having announced a break from blogging, was in fact called up for Officer Training.
She has been for some time, blogging, amongst other things about shoes, and seems particularly attached to the pointy heeled variety.

Sisterhood graduation. The senior Officer is not a man, but is in fact an undercover spy, called Mildred X, and is a special forces officer, trained in the infiltration of male-dominated militias.

Note the wearing of non-standardised footwear.- As we know, matching shoes with another woman is just not to be contemplated. No standard-issue Blahniks here.

Although there IS a uniform code, stockings, waistlines, hemlines (and shoes!) seem not to be regulated.

The Airforce operate in a sunny warm place, called the "cockpit", perfect for working on a tan, and evening out the skintones. (the Jimmy Choos are packed with the parachute).

The 5th-15th Forward Oriental Can-Can Regiment, on parade. Calf length boots are de rigueur for these crack troops, whose high kick advance is invincible.

The Camouflage division know the vital importance of ice-cream to forward troops.
This Ice Cream van is air-portable, and dropped by parachute into operational zones.

Engineers here are seen crocheting a camouflaged tank-cosy.

Tank Crew-members relaxing after a sortie into male-held territory
(on a "bring your toddler to work" day)

The Sistehood's jet crews found larger jets a bit pesky to park, so pointy-heeled aviation designers came up with an easier version. We catch these two right at the very moment of take-off, in early flight trials. Expendable male test pilots are used until all the glitches are ironed out.

Shoe-phones are standard issue. Hairdressing and waxing appointments are on the red "hotkeys" at the bottom of the keypad.

The phone doubles as a weapon. It can be hurled a surprising distance.

Why this post?
Just a reminder, ladies, You're not un-noticed.
We men have a defence strategy worked out. It might involve chocolate, or something even more fiendish, -such as tickling.


  1. You have a devious,delightful mind and maybe a bit too much time on your hands. Just saying.

  2. I was thinking what spellbound was thinking (about your time, that is).
    Where can I sign up?

  3. It should be 'pointed' out, that historically the SOTPH came about in direct answer to the gauntlet laid down by The Brotherhood of Saturday Afternoon Sports Events.

    Can I just add that the photographer in the original post, survived being 'heeled' to a Louboutin Cross and can now be found working in Thigh High Delight, a shoe emporium in Soho.

  4. Spellbound:-Devious?
    Well it's not the first time I've been accused of that...Delightful? That's notalways universally agreed.
    Not enough time on my hands... If you just knew.........
    You have to twist the left heel of a pointy shoe off, to find the phone number or internet portal....
    Might need to try a few pairs... not all are fitted with contact details.. Or was it the right heel?
    Failing that, I understand the... what was it again, Minx? "Thigh High Delight" on Soho, London...which we believe to be just a front for the General Command Headquarters, SOTPH.
    That old chestnut.
    They were around in Lucrezia Borgia's day. When saturday sports for men involved invading a province or two.


    Please be advised that you shall be spending 14 days in the brig for divulging Mildred X's secret identity.
    In doing so, you compromised a top secret SOPH mission involving 4 Chippendale dancers and a high profile chocolate factory.
    Whilst in the brig, you shall be forced to watch Fried Green Tomatoes 3 times a day, paint our esteemed Colonel's toenails and carry our purses while we are in the shoppes buying new shoes and matching handbags.

    Beryl Bastion
    Secretary To Colonel Tinyfeet

  6. Trollop 23, Thank you for forwarding Beryl Bastion's threats.
    I am, I remind you, a man. I do not fear the sisterhood.
    Although, I admit, the advance warning was handy... When the arrest-squad cornered me, I was prepared. I released the clockwork mouse concealed in my pocket, and amidst the squealing and panic, I strolled away. A hit-squad was then dispatched to take care of me. I scattered chocolates. The assassin? I tickled her.
    Beryl Bastion does not scare me.

  7. Never shoulda put shoes on 'em!

  8. Be afraid, Mr Soubriquet, be very afraid. We have rallied the SAS.

    The crack Stiletto and Stocking troops are at this moment surrounding your hideout. You are a man, there is nothing to fear- prepare to be gartered.

  9. it never ceases to amaze me how men throw up such a fuss when they believe they have found us out...

    we revolutionists of the SOTPH know the power of diversionary tactics and certainly you have winsomely displayed some of our most effective weapons ...

    as for my identity? i say Ha. and must echo dear Spellbound's words, dear, you have a bit too much time on your hands

    or is that axle grease ...? monkey wrench anyone? it appears my heel is stuck in this godforsaken metal grate .....


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