Heather notes that the marble floor at the Capitol plays hell with her feet, and refuses to play along with the unwritten dress code:
As you may or may not know, among my many character flaws is a serious lack of fashion sense. Well, maybe not a lack of sense (I’m pretty sure I can differentiate between fashionable and non- fashionable people, I just can’t apply that to myself) but more of a comfort-over-style attitude. Also a cheap-over-expensive attitude. Which culminates into me lookin like a ragamuffin half the time. Well, let me tell ya, these lady lobbyists aren’t messin around with style. There are some very chic chicks around that building. As one representative has pointed out, to be a lady lobbyist, one must wear the highest, skinniest stilettos one can find. If not, St. Peter won’t let you into heaven.
Lobbying, first and foremost, involves persuasion, and if you expect to persuade the typical member of the Oklahoma legislature, first you have to get his attention. (Yes, “his”: there are only nineteen women out of 149.)
Then again, so far as killer heels go, the killer-est I’ve seen lately have been on pharmaceutical reps, making the rounds at the doctors’ offices. I suspect the same principle is at work.
Aside to St. Peter: Don’t you call me, now. I can’t go.