It's all about choices, Faith. The ones we make, and the ones we don't. Oh, and the consequences. Those are always fun.

Angelus ,'Smile Time'


Natter 70: Hookers and Blow  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Sophia Brooks - May 19, 2012 5:47:02 pm PDT #5879 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I do that too, Zenkitty!

Today when I was crossing the street to the convenience store, some kid shouted out the window "You should be walking, fat ass!" I still don't understand why people shout out things from car windows. I'm not hurt or anything, but seriously? It is the same corner where someone shouted "You are too fat to wear that suit, bitch!".


§ ita § - May 19, 2012 5:54:13 pm PDT #5880 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

At least they are having fun together?

This I will think fondly of.

Maybe the rest isn't always that bad.

Yeah, the first episode of FNL had me weeping quite shamelessly. It's not often that a who comes that hard out the gate. I'm glad it doesn't do that all the time, but it pretty much never has anything funny. Not that I think all shows should be comedies, but the way it's painted, these people don't get to laugh much, and all they're doing is living. Not post-apocalyptic or disease-ridden or anything--just everyday living. Not enough levity and joy--and even when the characters laugh it doesn't seem to be pitched so that *we* laugh.

I like laughing. In general, I vote for more of it.

You know how you know your boobs are too big?

It's weird. My breasts are not small, but man, they are not large. Because I see women showing more cleavage than my entire breasts are long, and they're just dressed normal, not provocatively.

Uh, my cleavage is a thing. I can't casually show it. My boobs aren't big enough to have cleavage left over.


Laura - May 19, 2012 5:57:18 pm PDT #5881 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

I just don't understand. I can't imagine thinking such a thing much less yelling it. Now I want to see you on the street, Sophia. Just so I can catcall "hot mama walk my way, baby" or something silly to balance out the random uninvited attention.


Steph L. - May 19, 2012 5:57:28 pm PDT #5882 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

It is the same corner where someone shouted "You are too fat to wear that suit, bitch!".

Man, that corner is fucked up.


smonster - May 19, 2012 5:57:32 pm PDT #5883 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I still don't understand why people shout out things from car windows.

Yo, people are assholes, generally.


Lee - May 19, 2012 6:00:29 pm PDT #5884 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Good thing I don't let myself go to Whole Paycheck any more.

Which is why Costco rules.

Except now I have a 10 count box in my fridge.


smonster - May 19, 2012 6:10:19 pm PDT #5885 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Which is why Costco rules.

Yeah, we don't have one of those. Houston and Birmingham. We may be getting one, possibly?


sarameg - May 19, 2012 6:25:43 pm PDT #5886 of 30001

I saw a picture of myself from the meeting that had me yelping 'I'm built like a fucking pornstar' and not in a 'I like that' way, if you know what I mean. It was a little embarrassing. EVERYTHING about me has shrunk, even the boobs, but they are still disproportionate. And on the frame I have now, it still surprised me.

Sophia, is there a Hollaback chapter where you are? Sounds like there should be!


Connie Neil - May 19, 2012 6:39:38 pm PDT #5887 of 30001
brillig

I suspect one reason I let myself get so fat was because of the catcalls.


Zenkitty - May 19, 2012 6:42:28 pm PDT #5888 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I suspect one reason I let myself get so fat was because of the catcalls.

I've suspected the same. I don't like being fat, but I liked unwelcome male attention even less.