Because, you know, Theresa May is a woman. And, well, talking about a woman's sartorial choices undermines the woman's significance in the world. It objectifies her, okay?
Apparently, we do not do this to men. Except the Donald. With the Donald I find that all sorts of sartorial and personal grooming choices are fair game. I have been exposed to more column inches about the coiffure and the badly retro-fitted '80s suits than my frontal lobe can bear without imploding or breaking out into a Rick Roll.
Oh wait, that's what happened to Melania Trump and then she started channelling Michelle Obama at a presidential nomination séance. See what happens?
Still, Michelle is exactly the person I would choose to channel, given half the chance, so big ups Melania (also for the Rocksanda Ilincic dress - one of Michelle's go-to designers and albeit pure, demure and virginal white, not at all Bride of Frankenstein - which, given the circumstances, was probably a real concern).
But the shoes, the Theresa May shoes - there is strategy in them shoes. I mean, here is a Prime Minister who is not scared to sport leopard print on her extremities. It shows a certain wild insouciance, a crazy single-minded disregard for the neat, conservative black court-shoe brigade. Here is a person who cleans up. Then she throws in the wild card - a Boris Johnson playing to her tune kind of wild card. She is a stealth bomber with an edge.
Nobody saw this cool cat coming. The very people who would argue that to be taken seriously in this world you should dress "appropriately", perhaps in a comfortable sandal with a sock, should take a good look at that leopard-print shoe. Because you know - meeow.
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