There are lots of neutral ways that we encounter people’s
hands–handshakes, attaboy back pats, even brushing a stranger’s hand
on the subway isn’t the most horrific thing. But leaving aside foot
fetishes and footsie fantasies, we don’t tend to have such positive
associations with being touched by stranger’s feet. Think about getting
kicked, trampled, stepped on. And feet look sort of weird, and they
smell, and they’re prone to horribleness, fungi, and warts, and corns
and other protrudences that are best hidden behind a pair of thick
socks and a good layer of shoe leather, certainly not rubbed on our own
In this dispatch, I ponder the connection between ashiatsu massage –which I experienced for the first time at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs, pictured above — primates and Mike Huckabee.
UPDATED: Thanks to National Geographic Traveler’s blog for this link love!