Mr. Ash Mason observes in his aetheric journal, "I notice female bipeds often complain about fitting failures for their ambulation equipment and are constantly searching for highly specialized gear for each assignment."
Indeed, Mr. Mason! And yet is it not so that when practicing one's art at the highest level, one invariably seeks specialized equipment? The scrivener may use a fine-tipped fountain pen when engaged in highly detailed work and choose a broad nib when inking bold thoughts; the laboratory scientist knows to choose the correct size of vial in which to mix his elixirs; and the adventurer surely does not use the same equipment when scaling heights as navigating the ocean's depths. Female bipeds are no different: each occasion requires its own footwear. We seek perfection daily; we demand no less of ourselves.
To shop, to purchase: these are not mere whims born of a fevered female mind but are, rather, signposts on the path to Olympus! Consider this, sir, the next time you behold a woman's new shoes, and politeness dictates you must listen to her explain how they came under her ownership!