To soothe my irritated soul, I will focus on other things. Things like these here shoes, or more properly, wedges. Espadrilles.
(No, I am not imagining how pleasant it would be to clonk certain people on the head with these solid, heavy things.) I am just wondering how, in old age, I have become that girl who takes pictures of her own (admittedly sassy) shoes and shows them to the world. Sigh.