Which may be why the definition of "fat" has expanded to smaller and smaller sizes as the other prejudices get driven out of acceptable common conversation. If every woman over a size 6 is "fat", then they get to hate almost all of us!
I was thinking about personal ads recently, and how you describe yourself, and was thinking how I have an almost precisely Rubensesque body, but I bet if I said that in writing, most people would not picture me.
Zen - It's Coach Yourself to Success: [link]
ION, Pet Peeve 8367:
People telling me "not to worry" about mac. really new afterschool lady? He DID run out of the last afterschool on three different occassions each time an escalation of the last. You have seen him what, all of one day. I will believe that he will try his best to stay in control, and I will believe that you will do your best to keep him safe and not running away, But DO NOT tell me not to worry, you jacktard.
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The drawing is funny, too.
Also, right now I'd kill to be a size 14 again. That is NOT fat.
You and me both. I find a world in which Allyson is not considered a great catch rather depressing.
Aw, thanks, Ginger. I think I'm a pretty good catch, too. And i make rockin' fried chicken on top of all that.
But I'm under 5 feet tall, which means, well, yeah, I'm fat.
I stopped my twice monthly housecleaner since the bugs, but I can't wait to start her back again. She does the kitchen floor and counters, the bathroom, and vacuums all the rugs. Most visits she does one other thing that I've asked be done: clean out fridge, dust, windows, kitchen cabinets. It's awesome.
So I checked while I was out at lunch, and apparently everyone's going to be an asshole today.
There's a company that produces targets for military and police firing ranges - they now have zombie targets! [link]
Boing Boing sez:
Law Enforcement Targets does a handsome line of shooting range zombie targets, including several in inexplicable Nazi uniforms. Good practice, I suppose, for the forthcoming Nazi zombie uprising.
Har. In light of the fact that I saw Inglorious Basterds last night, I can see that very well.
I hate everything today.
Nothing stays where I put it--my purse keeps falling off my shoulder, my pants keep falling down my torso to my waistline and my shirt is too short today so I need them to stay above the bottom of my damn shirt damnit, and when I reached for the damn fried noodles at the salad bar I knocked over the hugeass pepper mill onto the floor, causing a big bang that made everyone look at me.
I hate today.