Watch any nature show and you'll see how life boils down to consumption and procreation, food and sex. As humans, we marvel at the simplicity of these animals' lives, yet when it comes to human interactions what do we want most? Food and sex. And it seems these twin desires are linked.
I'm not talking about George Costanza, his unsuspecting girlfriend and a pastrami on rye hidden in the nightstand. Well, not just about that... The food-sex connection is more innocuous and much more pervasive than that.
Where do we go on dates? Out to dinner. What do we hope for at the end of a dinner date? Sex. Even our language describing food and sex overlap. "Mmmm...." Is that a murmur of pleasure uttered after sampling a tasty dish or after sampling a tasty dish? Food sustains us, and so does sex.
Here's the key difference: it's socially acceptable to freely share one of these appetites, but not the other.
One Foot, Two Foot, Old Foot, New Foot
It's raining outside the massive plate glass windows. The foot massage (semi-torturous poking and prodding) portion of physical therapy is over. I've finished my ankle strengthening exercises, showed my (minimal) progress by standing on each foot, and have moved to the center of the room to start the ambulatory training portion of the appointment. A.k.a. relearning to walk.
I'm barefoot today and will be walking on the floor instead of on the treadmill wearing my special new super-stable running shoes. Barefoot means Crystal can see my feet and all their little movements. There are no fancy shoes to distract her or hide my missteps.
I know my toes are going to get me in trouble.
I'm barefoot today and will be walking on the floor instead of on the treadmill wearing my special new super-stable running shoes. Barefoot means Crystal can see my feet and all their little movements. There are no fancy shoes to distract her or hide my missteps.
I know my toes are going to get me in trouble.
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