If only we all had glider wings.

After a recent trip to the Grand Canyon, and spying a fantastical cave accessable only to unappreciative birds and spiders, I've found myself desperatly longing to picket for the addition of a radical new cosmetic surgery: Glider Wing Attachment. It may not be Dr. 90210 pretty, but I think it would be a very popular procedure.
I can just imagine flocks of mutant supergirrrrrlz flying through the air, crocheting the O-Zone back together, carrying airplanes with their super biceps, and freeing themselves from the confines of the hump-and-walk "myboyfriendlovesme" stance.
Maybe we could even make our own buttons, or elitist panties.
Who knows?
Who cares?
As long as I can spread my arms and catch the wind in my sweet, fuzzy skin flaps and soar my way into dangerous cliff caves, I'm a happy Sugarmutant.