Restless Legs


Watching tv for the first time on this American dream, there was an ad. The ad was about “Restless Legs Syndrome”, but it was actually about selling a drug for this unpleasant new syndrome. Hm, since when are restless legs a problem? Don’t you just get up and go walkabout to sort that out? Aren’t restless legs something people have talked about forever, the long skinny things that take people places, take people away, make us wander, encourage us to wonder, get us going, grooving, living, loving… ?

What is it about this place that makes people want to medicate restlessness, rather than interrogate it and fulfill it? Why drugs rather than the proverbial hugs, or drugs rather than simply getting off your non-proverbial arse and WALKING, which is probably all those poor little legs want? Of course, that’s hard to do in ridiculous shoes, so maybe what we really need is a SENSIBLE SHOE REVOLUTION. I’m in. In fact, I’m already a card-carrying member of that movement.

So, Restless Legs. In America, you can take drugs to get over that. Me, I travel. Or I just walk or ride my bike at home. I don’t keep sitting and wondering what’s wrong. I suspect far too many people have forgotten about the natural world. The one in which it is OBVIOUS that if you sit and sit and sit allllll the time, you might (probably will) get RESTLESS LEGS.

So GET UP. Go for a WALK. Check out the WORLD around you. Use your body for what it was intended. Have more SEX. LIVE a little. Save drugs for plain fun (or not at all), but not to solve obvious problems. Duh. F*@#in’ Restless Legs. S E T T H E M F R E E. pax.

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Tammi Jonas

The infrequent and imperfect yet impassioned musings of a farmer, meatsmith, mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend and cultural commentator with a penchant for food and community…

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