As though this topic han’t been run into the ground enough, let’s talk Octomom. (Dead horse, I beat thee.) I’ve watched with mild fascination all of her interviews and read most of the articles on her life. And, honestly, like most people, the more I hear about her, the more skeevy and bizarre she seems. I’m not going to get into all of the overdiscussed topics of her cracked out doctor shooting a litter of embryos into her body, her seeming addiction to having children and her codependent relationship with her parents.

Nope, I’m not.

What I want to mention is this: last week, I found myself feeling one emotion toward Nadya Suleman that I never thought I’d feel. And that emotion is Envy.

Not Envy for her kids, fame or plastic surgery. But Envy for her shoes. See, I was reading an article in the uber-klassy US Weekly and they had a picture of her running errands or something. I was starting to flip the page when I caught sight of her shoes. She was wearing a pair of Tory Burch flats. The same shoes I’ve been drooling over for more than a year. The same shoes that I haven’t bought because I just can’t justify a pair of flats that are $150+ right now with all of the nanny expenses, diapers, clothes and other things that go along with having children.

Mind you, I only have one kid. Not fourteen.

So, there was this strange moment where I was staring at these really cute flats, wishing I could buy them, while skimming an article on how Nadya was accepting public donations on her website.

I guess I only have one thing to say to Nadya: Can I borrow your shoes?