I used to spend a lot of time in office waiting rooms. Before iGadgets, I read magazines while I waited. Usually something I wouldn't be caught reading anywhere else, like Cosmo or Marie Claire. Mostly, I read them to see how far out of touch I am with the feminine mystique. Can I just ask, when did price tags on designer heels start topping ten grand? And why on Earth is anyone comfortable spending that much on shoes made from the same material as a $60 pair at Shoe Warehouse?!