When I was on staff at the dearly departed Cookie mag, I was with child and completely committed to rocking the spikes to work every day. To me, baby belly + insane footwear was business as usual.

But then one afternoon, when I was taking the subway from a beauty editor shindig in SoHo uptown to the office, I was flat-out ACCOSTED by a perfect stranger.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she hissed, staring at me with daggers in her eyes. “Pregnant and wearing those shoes!”

Instantly, I felt like Bad Mommy. (And this was, technically, several months before I was even an actual mommy.) That crazy, judgmental bee-yotch popped the bubble of my perfect day, spoiling my delusional notions of myself as a tough as nails hot-mama-in-training.

So it was with great bitterness and horror that I read some of the scathing comments that followed HuffPo’s piece on my darling Rachel Zoe and her sky-high stiletto boots. It was like my scary subway encounter all over again.

Faithful Momoverettes know that I love Rachy Rach (and her hubby Rodg, too). So please, World, I’m officially asking that you lay off as she enters the unique hell that is the last few months of pregnancy. Right now, she looks incredible in her styled-up, cashed-up riff on maternity gear. Let’s let her have that, shall we?

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