“The sleep of reason produces monsters”
Wellness, like life, is so much sweeter with fantasy and magic sprinkled on top. Is this a bad thing? Is there such a thing as too rational?
Why the hell did I make wellness the special interest of this ‘stack? No one’s here for the yoga poses. I have yet to set my mind to TA-65MD, the latest Telomere lengthening tablets, which for the proper job will set you back about £800 a month. You will never see me write, call your local Life Extension® Wellness Specialist at 1-866-864-3027, she said, writing, call your local Life Extension® Wellness Specialist at 1-866-864-3027.
If we look at the vast array of what wellness includes, if we are defining wellness as the pursuit of optimum health and wellbeing, it is not squillion quid therapies and being able to do a handstand and hold it for long enough to get a great picture for your Instagram post. It actually starts with being able to sort the nourishing wheat (metaphorical only, don’t worry, read on if you are gluten intolerant) from the mumbo jumbo chaff. There’s so much claptrap and noise that is often expensive and sometimes harmful (see vaginal steaming and willy nilly supplementation et al).
It’s a bit of a hike of a read. I’ll try to make the captions funny. Sort Yourself Out asks that you have muscles in your eye thighs…I honestly thought this was going to be a tiny one. But it’s turned out ‘ooj’, a real bucket of Kentucky Fried dog legs here there and everywhere.
It is another wellness shaggy™ dog story that requires a ramble via contemporary art, Old Masters, Nazis, the 90s, magical thinking, Goya, yoga, some other bits and bobs and cannibalism, and then a punchline. Let me know if you spot it.
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