Frédérik's post got me thinking about transgender footwear and so, while I do not own a pony, I have ponied up and bought about half a dozen pairs of cowboy boots.
These have never seen a pasture.
Lemme emphasize the fact that these are not dainty sweet cowgirl boots. Because I have man-sized feet and a thrift shop budget, I've acquired a collection of men's rodeowear that would make a bull-rider blush.
The pointy toe and thick sole that are integral to cowboy footgear do nothing to camouflage my massive hooves but I love them anyway. The straight, ankle-disguising sides make them the perfect shape to balance out a skinny jean look, as their unnecessary girth makes your legs look trim as hell.
Not only that, the distinctive toes poke out intriguingly under a pair of jeans.
As you can see, the anatomy of the boot is somewhat perfect. Even better are the connotations attached to it. People are always surprised to see me pairing a cowboy boot with a skirt.
Giddyup, lace tights!
Which is strange because ladies have been rocking frocks and cowgirl boots since the beginning of time...
Oh, Loretta Lynn
Best of all: you can wear them ANYWHERE. Cowboy boots are formal, casual, comfortable, and infinitely wearable.
I've even taken them hiking. And yes, I go hiking in dresses.
Also, if you know where to shop, you can get them for a song at a thrift store.
My favorite boots, ever, purchased at the Village Thrift store in Newport, KY for $30.
What more could you want?