welcome to america. where size matters in more ways than one. where people act less than their shoe size & they like it. where people wear clothes less than their shoe size & they like it. where people claim their shoe size indicates other assets & they like it. where age is a no longer a number, but a definition & they like it. where careers are a definition of the person & they like it.
i was out shopping tonight & while in the dressing room trying on clothes, i hear a girl complaining about how she looks fat in a dress. when i came out of the dressing room to see the three-way mirror (incidentally, three-way mirrors are not always a triple latte experience, you know), i note that she is approximately 15 years old & a size 0. the dress she was wearing was a skimpy scrap of material that hugged every ... curve? yet she claimed fatness.
ey-yi-yi ... our future generations are seriously in danger of being slayed by media perfections. that makes me sad.
in other news, i got bested for a moderator position on a board for someone younger & slicker & more recent. it made me think of kathy bates in fried green tomatoes. with the two twits in the parking lot? i'll reenact for those feeble brains who cannot or will not recall:
*kathy sits in vehicle with turn signal on, waiting patiently for a space - two twits in a VW bug swoop into kathy's parking space, cutting her off - two twits exit the bug, wave spirit fingers to kathy, & say ...
"face it honey, we're younger AND faster."
*two twits trot toward the store - kathy at first is perturbed ... then, grasping the wheel she rams their car ... several times - two twits come tottering back to their bug with a look of sheer shock on their faces - kathy waves lowers sunglasses, waves spirit fingers, then state this & drives off ...*
"face it, honeys, i'm older & i have more insurance."
the difference? i think casey is an absolute doll. i won't ram her VW bug.
*blows kisses to casey*
perhaps there is hope for the youthful generations yet!
i was out shopping tonight & while in the dressing room trying on clothes, i hear a girl complaining about how she looks fat in a dress. when i came out of the dressing room to see the three-way mirror (incidentally, three-way mirrors are not always a triple latte experience, you know), i note that she is approximately 15 years old & a size 0. the dress she was wearing was a skimpy scrap of material that hugged every ... curve? yet she claimed fatness.
ey-yi-yi ... our future generations are seriously in danger of being slayed by media perfections. that makes me sad.
in other news, i got bested for a moderator position on a board for someone younger & slicker & more recent. it made me think of kathy bates in fried green tomatoes. with the two twits in the parking lot? i'll reenact for those feeble brains who cannot or will not recall:
*kathy sits in vehicle with turn signal on, waiting patiently for a space - two twits in a VW bug swoop into kathy's parking space, cutting her off - two twits exit the bug, wave spirit fingers to kathy, & say ...
"face it honey, we're younger AND faster."
*two twits trot toward the store - kathy at first is perturbed ... then, grasping the wheel she rams their car ... several times - two twits come tottering back to their bug with a look of sheer shock on their faces - kathy waves lowers sunglasses, waves spirit fingers, then state this & drives off ...*
"face it, honeys, i'm older & i have more insurance."
the difference? i think casey is an absolute doll. i won't ram her VW bug.
*blows kisses to casey*
perhaps there is hope for the youthful generations yet!
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