Dr. Feelgood
intellectual nerd
Finding myself in a doctor's waiting room the other day (nothing serious), I was the captive audience of a television infomercial about something called "Lift and Trim".* Onscreen a bevy of thirtyish females were posing before mirrors and rhapsodizing about how thin it made them look. The object in question resembles the sort of kevlar vest that stops bullets: it is worn under one's clothes, wraps around the torso, and fastens at the side (don't ask me how; velcro, I suppose). It looks very uncomfortable, but the ladies were almost manically enthusiastic about it: "Now I'm one of the skinny gals!" one of them squealed, but I couldn't see that she looked much different -- a bit stiffer, perhaps, but that's all.
And then it suddenly came to me: this thing is a corset! When I was a boy, a few of my friends had grandmothers who wore them. And now the wheels of progress have turned...backwards. Hoop skirts next, I suppose.
*This is probably a better name than "Jack Your Rack".
And then it suddenly came to me: this thing is a corset! When I was a boy, a few of my friends had grandmothers who wore them. And now the wheels of progress have turned...backwards. Hoop skirts next, I suppose.
*This is probably a better name than "Jack Your Rack".
