Manolo says, ayyyy! You will be like Angie Dickinson, going undercover in the hot pants and go-go boots to bust the ring of white slavers!
Or perhaps not. The new version of the police lady life, as shown on the network TV, seems to involve less of the fistfighting and more of the science. One minute, you are flirting shamelessly with the witty Simon Baker, and the next you are poking the decomposing corpse with the spoon.
Or perhaps not. From what the Manolo has heard, the actuality of the copwoman in the real world is more mundane, involving overbearing bureaucracy, bad coffee at strange hours and close contact with reprehensible peoples who do not look like this week’s celebrity guest villain.
Still, despite the fact that your boss looks more like the Ernest Borgnine than the Mark Harmon, there must be great satisfaction in knowing that you are performing the necessary and important job, protecting the weak and unwary from harm.
Here is the Kaplan Pump from the Elie Tahari ($248, Zappos.com), the sharp shoe that will keep the evil-doers quaking in their much-less-attractive boots.