A Sea of Legs

Summer in DC - I’m sure you’ve heard of the expression, “This must be what hell feels like.”  Well, that’s an understatement.  I didn’t even know I can sweat that much from crevices I wasn’t even aware that could sweat.  I digress.  One of the very first things I noticed was the profusion of women’s legs on the streets, on the metro, in buildings, you name it, and you’ll see it!  Women of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages parade bare legs everywhere. 

Legs are mostly shorn, but the ones I occasionally see that aren’t quite smooth and silky are quite Euro sexy.  The point is, the women who utilize the DC metro are practical to the core, strutting their stuff without debilitating hose and they wear their dresses, skirts and whatnot with pride.  And come to think of it, not too many ladies wear slips either.  Who would in feels like hundred degree weather with matching humidity?   And one would think that many would at least hold on to their attire while ascending the escalators in the various stations, but no.  Many a time when looking up, there really is a lot to view.

So I got to thinking, why not write about these proud women and the legs that carry them to and fro?  The footwear alone that adorn the tiny, midsize and huge feet of DC’s female populace could be of scientific value one day.  Speaking of which, how ever do the ladies do it?  DC streets are not really known for their flat and well maintained conditions.  I’m surprised that not more women are walking around with skinned knees or ankle braces at the very least.  But bless their hearts; there are lots of them who wear their slippers and walking shoes to work, only to come out of their offices shod in killer stilettos and pumps. 

There are well oiled muscled calves that Tina Turner would die for.  There are legs so dark like mahogany that the soles of their feet stand out in their striking whiteness.  There are legs so white; they look like beacons in a sea of pedestrians.  Then there are the different shades of tan, where one could only imagine if the rest of the package were the same color.  There are freckled legs and mottled legs.  Veins of all thickness and color adorn the young and the old.  If I was a leg connoisseur this would be my city.

Then you have the feet and the toes themselves.  An explosion of artistic designs coats the millions of toenails that go about their business on a given day.  Just the idea of having a multimillion dollar industry dedicated to the care and beautification of the feet is mind-boggling.  And I’m not only talking about the aesthetic part, but also the medical care that goes into the treatment of bunions, fungi, calluses, etc.  Yikes!  And what about the many others who don’t give a drat about their lower appendages?   There is something to be said about the pedicure phobic.