Sometimes when people give up their seat for me—as they ought—they accompany this generous gesture with the words “I’ve been sitting all day.” “Me too!” I say, happily taking the weight off my feet. If I've sat on my arse all day—and it’s definitely my English arse I sit on, not an American ass—then what I most want to do come evening is sit on it some more. But I do like to change where I sit on it. In the day I'm at my desk in one of those Herman Miller Aeron chairs that make one feel like a mid-level executive with back problems. For a while in the afternoon I move to a red leather chair that tilts back like a prototype of the first-ever business-class airplane seat in order to read, i.e. induce a nap. Having recovered from my nap, I put in a further quarter-hearted shift in my Aeron before moving to the living-room [...]
"Sitting Is the Smoking of Our Generation" —Harvard Business Review
"Hi. Can I sit there for a sec?"
"Here, let me." [Puts out an arm, helps attractive stranger down onto seat.]
"I know I shouldn't, but I just feel like, 'ahh' " — [pantomimes general craziness] — "and longevity isn't the same as quality of life, you know?" [Sits for hours.]
[Places a hand over the seat of a chair someone's about to sit on, looks at them expectantly.] "May I?" [If person nods, quickly sweeps off lint or whatever's there.]
"Want to go out back and sit down?"
[Sits down and sinks erotically into chair, making flirtatious eye [...]
It’s been rumored that 2011 is the year of feelings. I personally think I have too many feelings and have spent pretty much every day of every year leading up to this one being upset about something, but whatever. The power of suggestion has instilled in me the desire to make this year something different. My friends and family suggested therapy, but instead I went to Target and bought a big bouncy ball to sit on at work. I figured taking myself off the proverbial throne of my fancy lady office chair would knock me down a few notches and help me to realize that we’re all in this [...]
Here's an depressing but nicely illustrated infographic on the dangers of sitting down all the time. The bad news is we're dying, even if we drum our fingers as we wait for death, but the good news is that some people, such as BoingBoing's Mark Frauenfelder, seem to actually enjoy standing desks, although he's probably lying. Does anyone actually do this? Here are some other people's thoughts on standing desks, and then here are 17 standing desks to buy. I like the man in picture six.
"Stop for a second and notice the way you are sitting. Back curved, shoulders slumped, maybe legs crossed?" Yes. "For people who spend the day staring at a computer screen, this position is fairly typical. But what is it doing to your spine, if anything?" Personalizing it??
"Every single hour of television watched after the age of 25 reduces the viewer’s life expectancy by 21.8 minutes. By comparison, smoking a single cigarette reduces life expectancy by about 11 minutes, the authors said."
But if sitting and watching TV brings greater satisfaction than walking around does, what's the point? It doesn't seem like anyone's claiming that the purpose of life (not that there is one, other than acquiring antique jewelry) is to simply live as long as you can, although I guess there's not really a more-useful, equally semi-quantifiable barometer. Deep thoughts. Walking cigarette break.
“Go into cubeland in a tightly controlled corporate environment and you immediately sense that there is a malaise about being tied behind a computer screen seated all day. The soul of the nation is sapped, and now it’s time for the soul of the nation to rise.” —Dr. James Levine is on a campaign against our “chair-based lifestyle.” He's done several compelling studies that have shown that, in addition to killing your spirit, sitting still all day long could eventually kill you. Now you have more than one reason to sit on one of these!