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While I feel very uncomfortable during shopping for very different reasons (supermarkets are symbols of death. Too much critical sociology, I know) I cannot believe the rude people are! I can't imagine commenting on other people's choices or make faces at them. And that's coming from an Israeli.
Oh, and thanks for the ice cream, y'all. Got new boots!
Why would ANYONE make negative comments about anyone of any size doing something healthy like exercising?
No kidding. Quite apart from never speaking ill to strangers who are not hurting anyone being a thing...if you actually have the brainspace to negatively judge someone else's choices, wouldn't you want to be supportive.
Of course, shut the hell up is always a better option.
Why would ANYONE make negative comments about anyone of any size doing something healthy like exercising?
Not a good idea to tear down someone who's at least making an effort. As for criticizing what's in the grocery cart, only a good friend who's expressing concern for my welfare even has a chance of getting away with it.
In jr high a 'friend' of mine shouted at a jogger, "Keep running, honey!" I never spoke to her again.
We have a seasonal jogging surge around here several times per year. I will occasionally murmur a 'great job' to a struggling passerby. Mostly, I show my respect for the effort by briskly getting out of the way.
I read this column in Newsweek last year and it was inspiring.
supermarkets are symbols of death.
??? I don't get this.
I've had a few people comment on my grocery shopping cart contents in the past, usually by saying something like, "Don't you know that stuff isn't good for you? That's how you got the way you are!" Yes, this has happened more than once. I perfected the icy glare, but couldn't say anything to the second guy who told me that (the first time, I was too stunned) because he was an elderly man and I can't be rude to senior citizens, otherwise my dad would kill me.
??? I don't get this.
Oh, an inside joke. Think of The Master's shouting "Mass Production!" and standing in front of 13 shelves with the same frakking product shoved into different packages. Everything's... too planned.
I die a little bit inside everytime I enter one. I know it's just me, though. Markets, however... markets are neat, if I'm up with being in a mass of people.