Whoa, I just reread the BUST interview with Francine Pascal. Her brother wrote the book for Bye Bye Birdie? She votes on the Tony Awards? What a whole new level of awesome!
And I reread the Wimpster article and ugh insecurity as manipulation. "This is how you get stuck in a codependent, passive, jealous relationship with a wimpster you hopelessly try to fix, even though he won't let you." Remind me to say to the next boy who says "oh I'm so [fill in self deprecating blank]" "yeah, you are!" Is this the boy version of "ohhh I'm so fat"
Yes, yes it is.
No wonder all my current crushes are construction workers and delivery men. They're hot and can lift 50 pounds!
Posted by rosemary at September 16, 2005 05:11 PMGAH! I am so sick of the recurrence of the I am SO FAT thing in my life. For many reasons, I was blissfully free of such banter, but now it has reappeared in my social circle. I want to yell that no one cares, and it distracts people from feeling sorry for you because YOUR HOUSE GOT BLOWED AWAY IN THE STORM. One girl with the house & imaginary fat problem wanted to donate some clothes to another girl but didn't want the other girl to know her size and then use it against her as some sort of weapon. Of course, when I pointed out that the other girl, you know, flood, New Orleans, and probably could not care less even if she majored in it, the first girl was all, yeah, but still.
I am about to lose my fucking mind. I am so mad I sold my copy of Fat!So? So mad I might have to buy it again.
Posted by: fatty fatty on September 18, 2005 07:03 PM