Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Fierce Wiggle

The other day I was walking down the hall and I noticed the woman in front of me. Something seemed a little off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I tilted my head left, then right. After a moment I realized that she had an absolutely fierce wiggle when she walked. She was oozing Marilyn Monroe swagger. I was impressed and scandalized at the same time.

The next day I was still thinking about it. Thinking about the confidence and shutzpah needed to sway your hips like that. Wondering about this I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window. I was wearing high heels and every step, I noticed, served to push my large bottom upward. This visual combined with my present thoughts brought me to a realization. It wasn't that the wiggle woman was working it. She wasn't a sexpot.

A spectacular wiggle, it seems, is all about how high your heels can push up the fat on your butt. The physics aren't that impressive, but the result sure is! Hand me those heels!

Picture from Flickr

2 comments:

jennie said...

Alas at 8 months gestation my wiggle has become more of waddle.. one of the many sacrifices of motherhood!

Tasha said...

My wiggle can become a waddle if I consume to much red wine! Otherwise my wiggle is the stuff x-rated dreams are made of!