OH MY LEGS!

When I arrived home my legs ached immensely, as did my upper back and shoulders. This being the effect of a full days work, poor circulation, the burst of activity at the end of the work day, and amlodipine besylate. That last has positive effect, though sometimes I am hard put to grasp that.

Not in so much discomfort, however, that I neglected to count those several things which must, neurotically, be counted. Three dogs (one of which is a handsome easy-going Irish wolfhound), one Waymo, one tyke, one complete loony, two familiar faces from a distance, and two Chinese young ladies, one of whom because of her height (or rather, less of that), and the modesty and elegance of her clothing, was extremely nice to observe going on up ahead with her suitor. Propertion, dimension, general neatness of appearance.

No idea what her legs looked or felt like. As I said, modesty and elegance.
My own legs, though possibly decent looking, felt quite like crap.
Almost as if someone I can't stand died in them.
Painfullly and screaming.

A HYPOTHETICAL SET OF LEGS

Yeah, um, no my legs do NOT look like the illustration. And I have too much sense to wear high heels, besides the fact that I am none of the genders that do that.
Nor do I actually know anyone who does wear stilettos.
They're very bad for the back.


Years ago my mother returned from an evening do at the company, took off her heels, and flung them with great force into a corner. She never wore such footwear again. She came from an era in which decent women had several pairs of such footgear, but she hated them thoroughly. A sentiment with which I agree. Did I mention that they're bad for the back?

The only practical use they possibly have is defensive. You can take one of them off and strike someone fiercely with it, inflicting damage. If needed. I suspect that that is why proper ladies had several pairs. You never know when you will need to clobber someone.

They're not good for running (which you should never do anyway, it's undignified and there will always be another bus) or using the escalators in BART stations.


If you're cosplaying a famous moviestar, then maybe.
Many of them suffered for their art.
And because of it.



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