Shaken, not Stirred

My confidence is shaken. Badly shaken. Not stirred.

It's not just this seminar. I'm not the only one in the class who cannot absolutely recall the action, origin, and insertion of 72 of the major muscle groups in the body. I am working on that, however. It's just rote memorization. I can do that, and I'm almost halfway there. It's a deeper level. I've had my intelligence indirectly insulted because of my lifestyle choices. Perhaps I'm being too sensitive, that is a possibility, but I feel slighted.

I like to wear makeup. I love to wear funky makeup. I like green eye shadow. I like red eyeshadow. I love to create art with makeup application. Does this make me shallow and stupid? Do women who forgo makeup have superior intelligence to those who chose to wear it? I like pretty clothes and high heel shoes too - did I miss a study linking superior intelligence to Birkenstocks? Should I only indugle in fiction by Dostoevsky? Will reading fluffy Janet Evanovich novels dumb me down so much that I'll no longer be able to complete my beloved SoDoku puzzles?

Okay, enough of this pity party. It's time for me to get going. I've got muscles to study, and today is postural analysis. I have three hours to discern pronation & supination from inversion & eversion in the ankle joint. Well, clinically I know the difference, but the visual is a bit difficult without observing the knee joint, which is cheating.