Context: Guy I went to high school with is now a club promoter in Vegas. Nice enough guy; one of those people who seems to know and be friendly with everyone around him. His girlfriend is one of those artificially assembled model-types with implants, caked-on makeup, fake tan, fake hair color, etc. He's posted about it legitimately takes her hours to "get ready" if they're going out. Maybe CM would find nothing wrong with the shoe thing, but man, between that and some of the other stuff he posts about her, I'm regularly reminded that these "hot" girls would be way too much of a headache to be seriously involved with.
Their relationship reminds me of that part from Annie Hall where Woody Allen's character sees the happy looking, attractive couple:
Alvy Singer: Here, you look like a very happy couple, um, are you?
Female street stranger: Yeah.
Alvy Singer: Yeah? So, so, how do you account for it?
Female street stranger: Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say.
Male street stranger: And I'm exactly the same way.
Alvy Singer: I see. Wow. That's very interesting. So you've managed to work out something?