I had occasion where I had to wear high-heeled boots - nothing terrifically tall, really. They might add a little less than an inch - and I've developed an affinity for them. They're fun, stylish, make you look like a giant and mine happen to be shiny, so there's that. Towering over people at a crosswalk... that is true powah.
Actual heels are death traps and I think I'll be leaving them to business women and fabulous cross dressers. Kudos to cross dressers, by the way! No man should go through life without getting into a frock, and no woman without wearing a tuxedo.
Bare feet rule, though.