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Well, I do tend to laugh whenever I see someone in high heels trying to walk across a field at a festival, especially when their heels sink in and they end up flat on their back in mud... and, aesthetically, heels really do nothing for me at all.
Maybe it's a result of my upbringing (much of my childhood was in a commune where women's roles didn't differ much from men's) that I just don't get their attraction - they just seem slightly vain and ridiculous. The're ultimate manifestation of form over function - the antithesis of function, unless your aim is a broken ankle or a gait like a holstien with advanced BSE. That said, other facets of feminine clothing leave me a quivering lascivious heap... so, hey ho.
A short skirt over a nice pair of leggings (or stockings) with a pair of good tough boots scuffed and muddy from climbing a tree or jumping a ditch ... phworr, gimme gimme, gimme!!