My salad dressing days

The science of muffin tops

It was one of the earliest scientific concepts we explained to our kids. Proud was the Daddy whose two pre-school children chorussed ‘Displacement!’ when asked why the bath water level rose when he got in.

Which is why I harbour a deep suspicion of what the nation’s favourite department store likes to call ‘shapewear’.

I mean, all that flesh, it has to go SOMEWHERE, doesn’t it?

Cinched waists without rib removal surgery? How marvellous.

But I can’t help wondering whether displaced lumps of excess flesh might start protruding elsewhere.

Urgh.

In other news: Grazia announces that ‘Foot-binding is back AND SEXY!’.

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