I did still like plastic elbow straws, whose pleated necks resisted bending in a way that was very similar to the tiny seizeups your finger joints will undergo if you hold them in the same position for a little while.

When I was little I had thought a fair amount about the finger-joint effect; I assumed that when you softly crunched over those temporary barriers you were leveling actual “cell walls” that the joint had built to define what it believed from your motionlessness was going to be the final, stable geography for that microscopic region.

— Nicholson Baker, The Mezzanine, Atlantic, p. 5, 1988