I love Victoria Beckham.

Go ahead. Take your shots.

Yes, she's spoiled, a conspicuous consumer of epic proportions and likely also a dilettante, a snob.

But there's something about her that makes me laugh.

She's like a cartoon character or a caricature of herself - completely over the top.

Like those 4-inch high platform sneakers she wore to throw out the first pitch at a Los Angeles Dodger game. I think she knows that she looks deliciously ridiculous and doesn't care one whit.

When you're married to David Beckham and have a ton of money and a name  of your own - if you can call Posh Spice of the Spice Girls famous in her own right - why should you care?

Her shoe addiction is probably one reason that I'm so fond of her.

I can't walk into a shoe store or visit www.Zappos.com without buying shoes.

It's probably the only thing we share besides being women and mothers.

It's certainly not boobs.

Or heel height, either.

How does she walk in those stilettos?

No, I don't wear them and wouldn't even if I had occasion to.

I'd fall off them and break a hip.