I could spend my days looking at shoes, and I wouldn't even have to leave my closet to do it. Considering the price tag on these things (and I do mean figuratively) I doubt I'd be wearing them anywhere near the wilderness.
It's a tawdry tale of a stubborn young woman giving her domineering, manipulative, ass of a father the middle finger by systematically sabotaging her own life until she became a replica. So to speak. But yes, most of the time I'm quite content.