Are you acquainted with the dangerously high, strappy stiletto yet? You must have seen her around. She's uber skinny and about four-inches tall. Full disclosure: we're frenemies. She's the classic intimidatingly beautiful friend who accompanies you to parties and makes you feel sexier by association, but then steals the show. A few minutes in, she starts nagging you, demanding attention, and insisting that it's time to leave. You think, We got all dressed up for this shit and NOW YOU CALL IT QUITS? You are only on your second drink and realize alcohol and stilettos don’t mix. She has prematurely reached the wobbly stage of the night and may faceplant at any moment. You think you’ve learned your lesson and vow to only hang out with your reliable BFF the low block heel, but always find yourself taking stiletto back again. Sigh...