A militantly primitivist book chiding us for the absolute state of the place, with the place being our bodies.
I do love my unga bunga bullshit, and sweet Katy legitimizes it more than the paleo zealots and coffee bulletproofers could ever hope to, because she is a Load Scientist. While I'm sure a contributing factor is her rejection of bras in favor of "the natural strengthening of our tissues", in this context I refer to her biomechanics degree, and her obsessive study of the long term effects of repeated movement under weight to parts of our bodies, as we all as the whole damn body.
Barefoot Katy's Load Science tells us that the trappings of civilization are frigging with the natural patterns that our bodies are supposed to assume, which disconnects us from ourselves both physically and spiritually (whatever that might mean), leading to postmodernist dysphoria and oof owie chwonic bones. She hates bras and underwear, because the "dangly bits"[sic] have points of muscular attachment that are supposed to be supporting the weight of the dangle and becoming stronger over time. Underwire support for the busty and bodacious, and tighty-weighty hammocking for the cursed dongoloids, promotes a cumulative inability for us to pull our own weight. So to speak. Without that support, gravity takes its toll more pronouncedly, which can lead topheavy ladies to earlier and more profound sagging, and gradual misfiring in the masculine equipment because the support system is too weak to support the system.
She also hates shoes, for the same reasons, but across the entirety of the corpus. The little foot coffins shift the whole angle of our gait, which we developed because it was the most effective way for our uniquely constructed skeletal and muscular layout to navigate in space. Forced into a pattern of locomotion at odds with our physical scaffolding, all the angles shift, and the weight is distributed strangely over our ankles, our knees, our hips, our spine, all the way up. This inequality leads to overuse of some joints, muscles, and ligaments, and underuse of others. The whole shebang becomes unbalanced, muscles decay, bones grow spurs, joints swell, and boom! You're a whining, depressive wreck who waddles around like Baby Huey. For want of a nail, the kingdom was lost.
She also observes that our butts are disappearing, and she is livid. Me too. While a portly childhood of walking places because I couldn't afford transportation, and a subsequent near-religious squat regimen has rendered me bammin' slammin' bootylicious, I am in the minority. Our gluteal muscles evolved to keep our uniquely bipedal bodies balanced and upright while we list merrily from foot to foot like a hairless simian sailboat. Power and athleticism comes almost exclusively from the legs. You can establish a fighter's potential looking at the keister. All in the hips, as Henry Cimoli said, but isn't everything?
The deterioration of our naturally endowed derrieres makes us less than human. Not just less strong and hearty, but less than evolution intended. Full bipedalism was the key to everything else that allowed us to become the dominant species (for better or worse), and we would not have gotten this enterprise off the ground without our thick, juicy glutes. Sadly, our occasional hour-long nuggets of unnaturally intense exercise interspersed between marathon sessions of sitting around with our ass up our ass watching Chopped marathons has let the whole system go to rot, and ancestors as recent as a hundred years ago would find us, on average, revoltingly neotonous. To say nothing of the merry hell it plays on our spine.
Her solution is build a life around subtle and constant movement, as we have for the past two million years.
Broke: Running for 30 minutes.
Woke: Meandering around slowly for hours.
Bespoke: Avoiding chairs like a vampire driven from the cross. Crouch next to your table at Wing Night. Shift your weight from foot to foot as you suck at the chicken bones like Gollum.
Four stars because her personal science is solid, the writing is engaging, and Katy's got the goods to back it up. One off for the more woo stuff, like "earthing" barefoot for negative ion collection, or describing pillows and mattresses as "subversive immobilizing devices issued at birth".
Unless she's right. If the science backs it up, or I have a sufficiently convincing anecdotal experience, I'll come back and add another star. I slept without a pillow for a few nights and the only difference I noticed was it was harder to fall asleep. My neck still cracks like a Mortal Kombat X-ray combo.