How random is that?

Saturday Jessica and I visited a craft fair. Now, in my life I have been to, by, around, past, through, above, and under numerous craft fairs. I have seen them at fairgrounds, grange halls, (what the smurf is a grange anyway? Here, I will sing a bit for you..."Home, home on the grange..." no, that's not right. Maybe he is a great hero... The Lone Granger...hmm...) and even roadside stands. Now, I know what you are thinking...I have been reading too much of James Joyce work and this nonsensical paragraph is my attempt at simultaneous writing. It is Ulysses all over again, except even smurfier. How anything could be smurfier than that train wreck I will never know, but...well...whatever. Leave me alone, I am freebasing thoughts here. Legal, just not effective.
Anyway, one thing you always find at these things is "Native American" stuff...often by people who are no more Native American than me or Red Granger. Not that I care if an Asian, Caucasian, or whoever else wants to...but some of the stuff really, really gets to me.
Like...moccasin inspired stillettos. Okay, so those were in a shoe store, but they still annoyed me. As always, taking into account the vast tribal differences between say... a plains tribe like the Shoshone and a cliff dweller like the Hopi or a fishing based tribe...the life of a woman was pretty smurfing difficult in most tribal societies. Due to religious beliefs, the domain of life-giving...and therefore farming...was almost always in the female realm. It was quite emasculating for the men to do farm work, it robbed them of their "power". To think of the tribes who DID wear moccasins to have stillettos...it undercuts everything that made them who they were and really undermines what was important.
The spiritual power of the women was based around the life of the land. High heels and similar accoutrments with no purpose except appearance (and lest you get me wrong, I appreciate a beautiful woman and have been know to find heels attractive and sexy in the proper environment) as part of her accoutrements are demeaning and wrong.
And no, I don't need to see a cowboy hat dripping with eagle feathers. The overuse of feathers in all things Native American already sickens me. We have created a climate where a person wearing feathers is automatically generating visual coding as being "Indian" (and think of the connotations that I would choose that word) whereas the person not wearing one cannot be Native American. Huh? Hey Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do. How exactly would tribes living in areas with minimal bird populations come by all these full-headresses of feathers? While trading was far more widespread than some people believe...that is beyond the pale.
We as a society are so busy assigning and recognizing markers so we can understand how people act (which, by way, means we completely do NOT understand their behavior but rather only a presupposed premisconception...a clever word a friend coined, I think...that, when people act outside the bounds of we are surprised.)
Right now somewhere some shoe designer is coming up with arguments to justify using Native American life as inspiration for their shoe designs. That is fine. And when I spit on your work for the disrespectful nature I find it to be, I hope you are okay with that, too.