This is a black patent leather stiletto. A fuck-me pump. A whore hiker if you will. Or is it?
That's right, reader, it's a friggin stapler! From Staples! Shame on you Staples.
I love office supplies. And I love Staples. But I was shocked to see this in the store the other day.
Isn't it enough that images like this inundate us on a daily basis, in those crap ass magazines and on the red carpet? Women in their micro mini's and corsets that suffocate their boobage, advertising and promoting skankification to little girls saying, "One day Melissa you can look cheap, tawdry and trashy just like we do and then boys will like you."
Can I not go to my local Staples and buy an f'in stapler? A metal, old school stapler, and not a coos-sluttnicky high-heeled stapler? Is there nowhere to run? And to think, I was going to register at Staples, if I ever got married again. Well, you can kiss that shit good-bye.
It confuses me.
I want to buy my office supplies at Staples and my hooker hikers at a shoe store. Is that so much to ask?

