"It's a plumage thing." She explains to me. Demonstrating a final, perfect execution, of pink-rhinestone-belted pelvic thrust to drive home the point. She turns to me with all sincerity, "Women naturally tip their pelvis back, and their ass out. Like on the red carpet, I studied it on perezhilton.com. Men, on the other hand, tip forward, cuz that's where the action is. Notice how much more integrated the legs and hips are when the pelvis is tipped forward, vs. the spaghetti legs and lack of control, when your ass is back. That's why men tend to be naturally stronger skiers than women."
Mind you this is in no way an excuse, being uttered from the sassy lips of one most recently aquired partner in crime. No no. This is a statement of fact, so as to know the face of one's enemy: "The anthropologically-rooted tendency to stick out one's ass."
Meet Kate, one of so many, nearest and dearest, phenomenal people in my life. This "plumage" theory being only one of countless wisdom pearls Kate has adorned my ridiculously stubborn and self righteous psyche with over the last three months. Today, we are working on pivot slips...and trying not to destroy myself. I am standing on my recently (as in 5 minutes ago) "canted" skis; i.e. the Gorilla Tape (litterally), rigged bindings I have been assigned by the god of boot fitting. We are attempting to make my knock-need self stand on flat skis until he recreates with a sweep of his hand, the actual, perfectly adjusted boot. In all honesty, I am thrilled to be playing on, if for not other reason than the physical contact with this ever allusive Gorilla Tape, whose existence I have only recently been made aware of, yet have heretofore been unable to obtain. Viola!
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