Those glasses are great.

Nice glasses! My mom has multiple pairs of glasses which she swaps out depending on what she's wearing, and it makes me jealous sometimes.

You are too hip for me.

Just call me Stylish McNerdypants!

You totally get to mock me if I ever buy eyeglasses with bling, though.

Those glasses are lovely!

Speaking of fat, kinda, last night as I was crossing the street some young women (mid twenties, maybe) beeped at me and said they wanted to say something to me. I was carrying a six pack of beer home and was in my work clothes. They said, fake nicely, "I just wanted to tell you that the police will stop you for carrying Corona down the street." Um, okay, it is closed and in a bag, but I say thank you and move on, because I am , you know, crossing the street. Then she says, "Maybe, since you are dressed professionally, they won't arrest you." I just sort of ignore her because I am about five steps from my house, so then she shouts "Yeah, you are a professional WHALE! Who are you trying to fool?" Which makes no sense, but whatev. Then they drove away

Now, I am not upset, really, but it has stuck with me all day and night, in terms of wondering-- what makes people so mean? I mean, frankly, I would hardly notice a chubby lady walking down the street, let alone go out of my way to talk to her, even if I wasn't being mean. WTF?

This is why I hate people.

A world of WTF, Sophia.

People are... just so fucking weird.

That is messed up, Sophia. People are jerks. GF and I once were verbally assaulted by a guy in a truck when we dared to cross the street (legally) in front of his (stopped) vehicle. He ended up yelling at me that I needed a boob job and to GF that she was fat and we would never get a man. Joke's on you buddy. The part that GF loves to tell is that I kept saying to her, "Don't say anything. Just ignore him." He kept hurling insults until I totally lost it and started screaming at him, "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" Hahahahahaha!

As a fat person I think it is simply that being chubby is seen in the U.S. as a moral failing, so strangers on the street feel free to say randomly nasty things to chubby people. I have a fair amount of muscle under my fat, and I am living proof that deterrence sometimes works. Because fear of law breaking is the main reason certain people in this town walk away unbruised.

I dearly hope that when they hit their mid-thirties they look back and cringe. And that then, as they're in mid-cringe, some twentysomethings driving past decide to roll down their windows and shout something fake-polite to them.

Little bitchcows.

Seriously, WTF. And not to be both sexist and agist, I can imagine that coming from 16 year old boys more than adult women.