If the Shoe Fits…

by Chandra K. Clarke on May 26, 2004 · 0 comments



Pardon me for saying so, but your shoes are stupid.

I don't mean to say that your shoes look stupid, although what you were thinking when you wore that blue and pink pair out last week, I do not know. What I mean is that your shoes aren't very intelligent.

Adidas has announced that it has developed a “smart shoe.” This shoe contains a microprocessor and a tiny screw and cable system, which adjusts the cushioning provided by the shoe based on measurements of your size and stride. Three years of top secret research went into the making of the shoe, which company officials say “senses, understands and adapts.”

Now, this is very clever technology, and I can see where long distance runners, hikers, or even wait staff would have a need for a shoe that provides the ultimate in comfort in every step. However, I can't help thinking that there are better places for this sort of application.

For example, I would love for my coffee pot to sense, understand and adapt first thing in the morning, because goodness knows I can't. A truly intelligent pot would not only brew a fresh cup for me, but add the sugar and milk and bring it to me while I'm still struggling to figure out what day it is.

Our car could be a lot smarter than it is. I wouldn't mind if it could sense when someone is about to cut in front of me; it could do some pre-emptive honking to prevent the cut-off from happening altogether. Better yet, given gas prices lately, an intelligent car should be able to figure out how to convert itself to a hydrogen powered vehicle. It could honk at the gas station as we drove by, too.

My computer could be a heck of a lot brighter. I would love it if it would sense that the operating system was about to crash and well, not crash. It should be able to know that I am not interested in emails about cheap or forbidden software, hot stock tips, or discounted drugs. And the CD ROM tray really would be a cup holder — one that dispensed either hot tea or strong scotch, depending on the type of day you were having at the office.

While we're at it, why hasn't someone invested three years of top secret research into making smarter politicians? Consider my local provincial premiere, Dalton McGuinty, who's method for handling a $2.2 billion yearly deficit is to jack up driver's license fees by 50% — a move which will raise a whopping…$3 million per year. Surely a microprocessor, screw and cable system would be able to figure out that if you're going to gouge a taxpayer, you could at least make it count for something at the other end.

Finally, when it comes to things that sense, understand and adapt, I think I want something like that for my laundry system. A clever washing machine would sense that the hamper is overflowing, understand that I am no more interested in it today than I was yesterday, and adapt by coming upstairs to fetch the clothes. Furthermore, it would toss the washed clothes into the dryer and take them out and fold them at the right moment so that no ironing would ever be required.

I'd even let it wash my stupid shoes.



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If the Shoe Fits

by Chandra K. Clarke on December 9, 2003



One of the most interesting ways to predict the future is to try to figure out what your grandchildren will laugh at when you tell them how you grew up. Yes, this could also be depressing, but it's probably better to anticipate the giggles than be surprised by them. If you're going to get old, you may as well get wise, right?

Anyway, many of the things we find acceptable today will probably seem very weird in the future. For example:

YOU: And when I was your age, we watched television.

GRANDKID: Television? Wasn't that like small, flat pictures?

YOU: Well, not always small but…

GRANDKID: That is just so two-dimensional! You couldn't walk around the characters, or walk through the scene could you? Not like with today's holographies, right?

YOU: No, we just sat and watched …

GRANDKID: Wild! And could you interact, like make them talk to you or change the plot?

YOU: Er, no we couldn't change them …

GRANDKID: So you like, had to watch what you were given? You didn't move around and you didn't have to think about how to solve the mystery or fix the hero's problem?

YOU: Um, no we…

GRANDKID: Jeeze! You guys must have all been fat and brain dead at my age!

YOU: We were not! My generation was the most… okay, yeah, we were.

Another thing our heirs will find weird is: the 21st century high-heeled shoe.

This is because the high heel is no longer a modest one-inch pump with a dash of colour, worn mostly for special occasions. Today's heels are three-inch stilettos with pointed toes and ribbon-thin straps, no padding, and are meant for daily office wear. If we have extreme sports and extreme programming, then these are extreme shoes.

Not that women appear to have noticed. Consider the modern corporate worker:

JANE: Teehee. Did you see this article in Cosmo about women in the 1950s? They were expected to do housework all day, look after the kids and then be all fresh and pretty for when husband came home to look after his needs.

SARAH: Ugh. I'm glad we don't have to do that anymore.

JANE: Look at this ad! New Manilla Blahyuks! Three and a half inch heels, pointed toes with square finish, braided copper wire straps and rhinestone soles!

SARAH: Must have! How much?

JANE: Just $600! And I have a performance review on Friday and need to impress the boss!

SARAH: He does have a weak spot for classy office wear… let's go shopping!

Some people complain of tired feet by saying, “my dogs are barkin'.” Your feet support more than 100,000 pounds of pressure for every mile walked. After a day in high heels, your dogs aren't barking so much as they're crawling in on their belly, whimpering for emergency kibble treatment.

So, not surprisingly, these shoes are ruining women's feet, producing sexy side effects like claw toes, corns, bunions and blisters. Are today's empowered, liberated women letting this trend continue? No! Are they demanding shoe manufacturers produce stylish but safe shoes? Of course not!They are going to plastic surgeons to — I swear — have their toes chopped off so their shoes fit better.

Indeed, the procedure to shorten feet is so popular it costs $2500 (USD) per toe. Personally, any procedure involving a total of $25,000 and my feet had either better involve putting toes back on after a bad accident or installing tiny rockets so I can get the grocery shopping done faster.

Eventually, I hope that the current generation finds this kind of fashion slavery and surgical procedure as weird as their grandkids will. But, knowing humans, I suspect this will take a long time and…

… a lot of sole-searching.

To read more of Chandra's work, visit www.ChandraKClarke.com.