Poor Aching Feet Redux

Now here's a funny bit.

In watching my webstats, I've been noticing that I get visitors from all over the world because they have Googled poor aching feet. This brings them to an entry from last August (right after I'd returned from Japan), that features a long writeup about my feet plus a picture of my sore toes, a picture of my friend Meggish's feet in her comfy Keens, and then one of me, Meggish, and the DD in an all-for-Keens, Keens-for-all pose. (As a side note, I'm thinking I've prolly sold a bunch of those shoes by now.)

I finally Googled this myself last night and discovered that I'm the second listed entry when you do that search. Which leads me to wonder . . .

Does Google know what a tenderfoot I've always been? That I was the Blister Queen of Europe on my 1976 trip with Julie Anhalt? Do they know I had such bad calluses on my toes from wearing my Capezio Mary Janes with a broken strap that my mother made me wear saddle shoes in Junior High and the experience scarred me for life?

Does Google know that I haven't worn heels in twenty years (except for maybe one or two lapses) and that my favorite shoes are Crocks, Birkenstocks, Uggs, and the aforementioned Keens? Does Google know that even then, when wearing these shoes made for maximum comfort that even then my feet still get tired and sore?

I thought so. There are no secrets on the internet.