I was doing research on Grauman's Chinese Theatre for my next book, which got me thinking about feet.
I personally take a disproportionate amount of pride in my feet, which are a perfect sample size nine. I mean perfect. I can buy shoes without trying them on. Someone else could even buy a pair and send them to me and they'd fit. I know, I've tried.
Somehow this makes me feel just a little superior to other people, despite the persistent myth that shoe size correlates to penis size. But if a size nine shoe was good enough for Fred Astaire and Cary Grant, it's good enough for me.
To sum up: I like my feet.
But it occurred to me that I've never gotten a good look at the bottoms of them and certainly not at the same time. So, using my new photographic skills with my self-timer, I got a look:
And was horrified to discover that, unlike the slender elegant feet I imagined, I have Fred Flintstone feet.
Compare. Contrast. Discuss.