Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Breathe Deep.......FIRE.

Ok I have some things to talk about.

I finally got some sleep. And I am drinking a huge cup of tasty iced coffee. The only iced coffee drink I like is a vente (that's 20 oz for you coffee noobs) iced Americano with a half shot of vanilla. That's it.

Now that I am breathing, I am caffineated, I am prepared to quote the goat from Hoodwinked.

Fat girls, yes I am talking to you ladies. We need to talk.

You know I love you right? Of course I do. I want you to be healthy and happy. What I am not digging however is the number of you getting your hate on. You know who you are.

I watched a bit of Joy Nash's Fat Rant on Youtube (no links, if you can't google that you need a new hobby) and I watched some of the response videos. If I see one more cutie pie double chinned diva start out with the sentiment that "I'm SO tired of skinny girls" or the like. Mama is going to hand out some whoopings.

This is not ok behaviour. It is not cute, it is not the stance of an empowered enlightened fully functional woman. This my loves, is douche baggery. As we ALL should know by now that feeling good about yourself does not mean you get to run rampant being an asshole. And yes, it counts as being an asshole.

Regardless of your weight putting other people down is not a good thing to do. Also really, you're not helping the cause when you do that. Especially if you're working any sort of Size Acceptance angle. Size acceptance does not mean only the people your size it means everyone.

Can we agree that being a dickhead is just not going to cut it?

Next up.

The pink thing. I read about this via Ms. Sara over at F-Words, there is some study that says that women prefer pink. Read that at Reuters here. For the record, I personally have never been a lover of pink. Even as a little girl the only pink things I loved were my Strawberry Shortcake dolls and my Strawberry Shortcake record player. And I really don't care about this issue.

Actually let me restate that, I don't see why it's important to spend money on. I don't know how it works in the UK but in the US people get grants for this sort of thing. I really don't give a good goddamn who prefers what color and why. Really I don't, aren't there like 9 million other more important things a person could study?

I'm no expert but that seems silly to me. And then to debate it seems, yes silly.

I totally blame the lovely Ms Rotund for this next thing. I blame her entirely. I blame her for enabling me to get all addicted to Polyvore. You can make little photo collages of outfits and I fucking love it. Go look at some of mine. I think I like it even more than I like Stylehive and you all know how much I love Stylehive.

I find it even more amusing since one of my sets got a comment of "eww" from some random person. That made me giggle.

So go look at that and behold how I would dress if it weren't for things like weather, finances and whatnot.


I was going to talk about underwear but I suddenly don't really feel like it since I'm not actually wearing any.

OH wait I bought some stuff from the enormo Torrid sale going on right now. I am going to HAVE PANTS. I'm excited. And since One Hung Low (also known as the Uniballer) found my old semi crapass digital camera there may be photographic evidence of me wearing butt covers. Maybe.

I think that's about it for right now.

Homo Out.

1 comment:

exmage said...

You my dear are a Hater in the most lovable way possible.

Thank you for expanding my vocabulary, "douche baggery" is wonderful.

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