That’s what the subject line of an email that arrived in my inbox this week read.
The email, a pitch from a public relations agency to write about a trainer at a California health club, boasted that I might want to write about her because she could help women “looking to achieve the perfect spaghetti arm.”
Not sure about you, but I’d rather my arms didn’t look like skinny strands of pasta. I want fit, strong arms, not wet noodles. The press release even featured this fetching photo, just to (presumably) give me a little visual enticement.
Next I checked with urbandictionary.com, which coughed up this flattering description for the term spaghetti arms: “Someone who has really scrawny arms. Tends to be a dweeb with a nerdy profession such as a tax accountant.” (My sister happens to be a tax accountant, but she’s not a dweeb and her arms aren’t scrawny.) Then it used the term in a sample sentence: “I can’t lift this pen to write. It’s too heavy to pick up with these spaghetti arms of mine.”
Not something I’d aspire to. How about you?