Word: leotarded
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Before pulling on the two-piece, leotard-like, nylon spandex suit, customers are advised to cover their bodies with a light film of greaseless Isotoner Motion Cream. Any movement, explains Aris Gloves, the manufacturer, then causes the suit and cream to work "synergistically." The suit will knead the cream into the body and the fiber will produce an "isometric push-pull action" that makes the whole operation a kind of wear-a-massage...
Some of the chosen eponyms are familiar: the sandwich was once an earl; the pompadour a king's mistress; sadism originated with the Marquis de Sade. Many more are likely to surprise: maud lin is the old vernacular form of (Mary) Magdalene, usually pictured weeping: Jules Leotard was a 19th century trapeze artist; mausoleum derives from the tomb of "the wily satrap" Mausolus, in Turkey; and tawdry comes from the cheap souvenirs sold at the shrine of a 7th century Anglo-Saxon princess who was called St. Audrey...
...young woman who is leading the parade (later you learn her name is Aileen Passloff, and she has come all the way from New York to free your head and activate your hamstrings), and she is wearing some leg-warmers that look like bell-bottoms and a leotard with a zip-up front, all very chic, and most important, and continually more important, she is smiling as if it's going to be all right...
...good luck and bad luck," or "that's fate, hahaha." In the final scene, after Ocdipus has stumbled blindly across the stage out the door the cast does a copulation mime that features a man with an enormous dildo and a woman with pubic hair drawn on her leotard. It is like the TV show "Shindig," as the chorus groans antiphonally up to a very convincing orgasm. Lights out. That's demystification, allright, but it's also a pretty cheap trick to play on the Oedipus story...
...Metastaseis, leotard-clad dancers writhe, roll and wrestle around a bare stage against a stark background. But where the Balanchine ballet suggested the physics lab, the permutations of Ceremony smacked of the Kama Sutra in slow motion, as the dancers' bodies were juxtaposed in a complex series of stately tableaux. The maneuvers, however, were less sensual than static-and, accompanied as they were by a chilling, unromantic score, seemed as moving as a set of judo diagrams...