Can you still be a good mother while wearing 15cm heels? Please discuss.

OK, 'good' is probably the wrong word. A good mother in my mind is someone whose children are safe, well-cared for and feel loved and secure. I'm in no doubt that Victoria Beckham's kids are all those things so this isn't exactly a DOCS issue.
Also, just because you love fashion or have tattoos or a pierced eyebrow or whatever….this doesn't mean you can't also be a good parent. High heels and good mothering are not mutually exclusive.
However.
You gotta wonder what goes on in Posh's head when she's getting dressed to spend time with her kids and she chooses and outfit like this. To wear to an LA theme park:

Apart from the fact that her shoes are astonishingly high,  they don't fit. And her pencil skirt/dress is tight enough to preclude her taking anything but the daintiest of teeny tiny steps.

So what's with that? As the mother of three boys, who want to run and jump and be physical, how does she keep up with them? How does she relax enough to enjoy their company and share experiences with them that require her to actually wobble more than a few teeny steps at a time?

British journalist Amy Jenkins has questioned whether the outfits Posh wears when she's out with her kids make her a fashion icon or a fashion victim….

Last weekend, she went on a family day out with her sons.  The
boys wore shorts and trainers, but Victoria tottered around the LA
theme park – yes, a theme park, not the Oscars – in vertiginous
five-inch designer heels.

The shoes were by Christian
Louboutin, who has made a name for himself with heels that even he
calls 'total madness'. They are so lethally high that models are
regularly falling over on them on the catwalks. To wear them to a
nightclub is to say: 'I am a stylish person.' To wear them to a theme
park is to say: 'I am a foolish person.' Nothing less.

Foolish – or young. I have to admit that when I was 17, I went
'Inter-Railing' across Europe in a pair of high-heeled red stilettos.
They were pretty much the only shoes I wore and they were bright red
with a sharply pointed toe that pinched horribly.

As I
progressed through Europe, the heel got lower and lower, worn down on
the cobbled streets of Paris and Rome. Thankfully, by the time I got
home they were almost flat.

But I was 17. Victoria
Beckham is 34 and a mother. Isn't it a little undignified to be so
thoroughly and absurdly concerned with your appearance at her age –
even if you are a celebrity and even if you are launching yourself as a
fledgling fashion designer?

Think of all the stylish women who
wear remarkable clothes and still look as if they have a brain. Think
Vivienne Westwood, think Annie Lennox and Tilda Swinton.

There's
a difference between dressing glamorously as a celebration of beauty
and dressing glamorously as an addictive pursuit . . . a defence
mechanism, a way of saying: 'See how superior I am?'

You only need to do that if you don't feel superior at all. Your
exterior only needs to look so super perfect if things aren't so good
inside.

Somehow, Victoria ends up looking like she's got
something to hide. Fat calves? I don't think so. Low self-esteem is
more like it.

Has anyone seen this woman leave the house since she moved to America without high
heels and a perfect designer outfit? Consider how long it must take her
to get ready to go out, when she could be playing with her children
instead.

There is something terribly self-absorbed about the
whole thing – and isn't that at the heart of this whole issue? Every
mother I know has learned that when you have young children, something
has to give, and it's usually your appearance.

Most women
accept this and don't mind it because they realise that caring for
happy, loved children is far more important than the state of their
hair or manicure.

That's what's so weird and ridiculous about
the way Victoria Beckham looks around her children. She can't possibly
go on theme park rides, or kick a ball around or play tag with them in
that rig. It must sometimes seem like having a waxwork for a mother.

With Victoria Beckham the high art of fashion is in danger of
becoming a circus act. Like when she wears the shoes a size too big
(for comfort, apparently) so she looks like a little girl in something
she borrowed from her mother's wardrobe.

And especially in a theme park, where those exaggerated heels start to look like nothing more than fancy dress.

To
me, VB has always seemed to hail from another planet. Her over-sized,
bug-eye sunglasses make her head look huge atop a stick-insect figure.
In many ways, she has the appearance of a classic alien.

If you
happened to bump into her in a theme park – especially in LA – you
might be forgiven for thinking that you'd wandered on to a film set.

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind, perhaps?

Look, there are far FAR worse crimes against motherhood than wearing uncomfortable looking clothes. If that's the worst thing Posh does as a mother then she's way ahead of me. But still.

I can relate to what the journalist says about how when you're a mother, something (many things!) have got to give and one of the first things is often your appearance…..certainly your sky-scraper heels…..I wonder what her boys think.