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missmeridian, do any of you do Netflix? Cause I feel all lonely with only one friend. [I'm dot (at) redpolka.org.]
In other news, I've picked up the keys to new place, bought a lamp, toilet paper and some towels, and moved exactly 9 boxes, 6 of which I also unpacked. And we had all excellent first meeting with the tribe I'll henceforth refer to as the Tri Delts, which would be the all good and cute sorority with a stupid slogan. [As opposed to the Omega Mus and Pi Delta Pis, who were introduced in a much earlier episode.] We're going to have mad fun. And probably a few brawls. It will rock.
For those of you playing the home game, I did not buy a bed today because I slept too late. I'm getting a bed tomorrow.
Weird fat-related issues seem to be coming up for a lot of people lately. And while I've been dispensing advice (as usual), I should also point out my greatest fear for my future Excellent Independent Life. I'm absolutely terrified that no one will ever find me attractive because I'm a Fat Chick, and I'm pretty much convinced that the world is full of people who hate fat so much that no one will ever love me.
And you know what? I don't consider this one iota my problem. I mean, I say it scares me, but what it actually does is piss me off. I'm really hypothetically angry at imaginary people with potentially fat hating ideas. But this is a million times better that I would have been five years ago, when the imaginary people with potentially fat hating ideas would have convinced me that I was a bad person. Cause, you know, fat is a moral failing.
Seriously, though. The world makes me very angry sometimes. I try to remember the impossibly slow pace of social change and realize that all the 'no fat chicks' talk and fetishism (often just as bad) are simply signs of the culture choking on the wholesome but very large and scary pill of fundamental change when it comes to the body. But really. Couldn't we speed this up?
In the meantime, those of you confronting these issues in your own various ways lately, I feel ya. You should go out to San Francisco and meetfatshadow and firecat and originalenid, cause they'll make it all better for at least the amount of time you spend in their presence.
missmeridian, do any of you do Netflix? Cause I feel all lonely with only one friend. [I'm dot (at) redpolka.org.]In other news, I've picked up the keys to new place, bought a lamp, toilet paper and some towels, and moved exactly 9 boxes, 6 of which I also unpacked. And we had all excellent first meeting with the tribe I'll henceforth refer to as the Tri Delts, which would be the all good and cute sorority with a stupid slogan. [As opposed to the Omega Mus and Pi Delta Pis, who were introduced in a much earlier episode.] We're going to have mad fun. And probably a few brawls. It will rock.
For those of you playing the home game, I did not buy a bed today because I slept too late. I'm getting a bed tomorrow.
Weird fat-related issues seem to be coming up for a lot of people lately. And while I've been dispensing advice (as usual), I should also point out my greatest fear for my future Excellent Independent Life. I'm absolutely terrified that no one will ever find me attractive because I'm a Fat Chick, and I'm pretty much convinced that the world is full of people who hate fat so much that no one will ever love me.
And you know what? I don't consider this one iota my problem. I mean, I say it scares me, but what it actually does is piss me off. I'm really hypothetically angry at imaginary people with potentially fat hating ideas. But this is a million times better that I would have been five years ago, when the imaginary people with potentially fat hating ideas would have convinced me that I was a bad person. Cause, you know, fat is a moral failing.
Seriously, though. The world makes me very angry sometimes. I try to remember the impossibly slow pace of social change and realize that all the 'no fat chicks' talk and fetishism (often just as bad) are simply signs of the culture choking on the wholesome but very large and scary pill of fundamental change when it comes to the body. But really. Couldn't we speed this up?
In the meantime, those of you confronting these issues in your own various ways lately, I feel ya. You should go out to San Francisco and meet
fatshadow and firecat and originalenid, cause they'll make it all better for at least the amount of time you spend in their presence.