Kathleen Egan explains why she can't resist these shoes

Her short mea culpa in the October 21, 2007 New York Times Magazine Style "T" supplement was hilarious, and follows.

Heel, Girl — What Would Imelda Say?

I was born with poor judgement, the way others are born color-blind or without a sense of rhythm. I once fell in love with a man because he had no ambition, which I found refreshing. I am no better with things than with people. I’ve purchased worthless exercise equipment advertised on late-night infomercials that take up more closet space than my clothes. I once bought a pair of silver sneakers that would look good only in space. I purchased a Marc Jacobs shirt with no buttons just because I got it for a really good price. I have yet to replace the buttons. I own a pair of Kelly-green corduroys. Need I say more? Although I am aware of my disability, I can’t help but gravitate toward these Christian Dior shoes. They call to the Carmen Miranda in me. They are candy-apple red. They match nothing in my wardrobe. With that precarious heel, a tumble in these spine wranglers could lead to a life confined to a wheelchair. And what of the damage they can do to others? I will probably fall while walking down Fifth Avenue and, feet in the air, manage to gouge out the eye of a small child with the knifelike stiletto heel. It is one of Madonna’s kids. Great. Now we will never be best friends.