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There was a time in my life in New York City when I wore high heels almost every day. I myself did not have much power, but I worked at the United Nations, in a place where powerful people congregate. It is a place of suits and ties, skirts and silk blouses; of long speeches; of Your Excellency, and Madam Chairperson, and yes, high heels. 在纽约市生活的那段时间，我几乎每天都穿高跟鞋。我本身没有多少权力，但我在联合国工作，那儿是有权有势者的聚集地。这是一处人人都穿西装打领带、穿工作裙和丝绸衬衣的地方；是充满长篇演讲的地方；是尊敬的先生阁下和主席女士，以及穿高跟鞋的地方。 There was an image in my mind of a certain kind of woman - professional, feminine, poised - that I wanted to embody. I saw these women daily, year after year, backstage to the halls of power, on benches by the ladies' room, changing in and out of comfortable and uncomfortable shoes. 在我的脑海中，我一直都想成为这样的女人--职业、女性和沉着。我每天都能见到这样的女性，年复一年，无论是幕后还是台前，她们会在女卫生间的长凳上换上不舒服的高跟鞋，脱下舒适的平底鞋，如此往复。 These were power heels, and they were worn by women from all over the world. They were leopard print, or green and scaly. They were amaranthine and violaceous. They were black and shiny as Japanese lacquer, with a shock of red on the sole. Some were plain, but uncomfortable anyway. What is not in dispute is that all of these statement shoes invariably came with an appendage like an exclamation point: stiletto. | 
