High Maintenance Woman
finally goes straight

Stella was London's most glamorous Park Avenue Princess.  She regularly held court on the social pages of the glossiest magazines and could set a trend quicker than you can say Prada.  At a girl's lunch in Nobu Berkeley, her Ralph Lauren-clad disciples waited desperately for her latest edict.  "You British girls need to straighten out", she announced in her perfect transatlantic accent, "and nother is better for that than a spot of rolfing."

The girls look baffled.  Rolfing sounded rather rude.  Was it some sort of strange American euphemism?  Maybe a Yankee equivalent to rogering?   Patsy Percivill prayed that it was - it had been months since she'd seen any action.

"Rolfing is all about realigning your body", Stella began, "and, boy, do you gals slouch.   How do you expect to feel ladylike in this season's sexy Miss Moneypenny suits with such awful deportment?"

The girls straightened up and listened up.  Stella had a point.   Despite indulging in numerous pampering massage sessions a lot of them still felt dreadfully out of kilter.