Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Second, this chick is hot.
Third, why aren't women like this on magazine covers? This woman is a true representation of our society. The problem with this picture is that it shows how very much screwed up we are as a people because a photo like this is causing people like me to blog about it. Quick, let's get back to the emaciated, anorexic girls so I can get back to feeling "normal."
The following is from the blog Occasional Superherione:
So here we have a nude photo that ran in Glamour magazine of a woman with a modest belly. It is, as bellies go, not really that big. In fact, if we had a supermodel contest for elegant bellies, this would probably win.
Now, did women go apes**t and totally bash this woman on Glamour's website for being fat? Is "True Blood" about vampires?
You know, I'm out to lose weight but I don't even try to appeal some tired "justification" as to thin being awesome (I love the woman who commented that the pictured model encouraged diabetes). We are in a shallow, shallow society and these are unfortunately the things (losing weight) that women often get more kudos for than being kick-ass at their job or being a great mother. Seeking out extreme weight loss to fit those skinniest of skinny jeans is on par, in my estimation, with putting a metal bolt through your earlobe or some other form of body-modification. It's extreme. Supermodels are extreme. Celebrities are often extreme. This isn't reality or the norm.
But thank God we have other women to (if you excuse the expression) keep the herd in line when anybody tries to break into normality and sanity. If the point being made over and over again is that "people just want to look at perfect people, not stomach rolls" – that means that as a society, we are so out of touch that we have developed a natural craving for unreality. To me, it's the mental equivalent of diabetes. We've induced Type 2 Insanity on the female population.
That said, I really want to fit into my old skinny jeans. Not the size 0s or 2s. But just...you know, the size sixes. Maybe...four. Size four.
(Steamed veggie dumplings and Diet Coke for lunch...eying BF's greasy eggroll dangerously)
"Real Women Have Belly Fat"
Admission Requirements of U.S. and Canadian Dental Schools
by Ron Koertge
Is your furniture in mint condition?
Has the loathing settled down?
Do you have many commemorative coins?
Do you know what the lighthouse stands for
Do you regard "uppers" and "lowers" as versions
of the class struggle?
If you could snow, would you?
Could you wear a red hunting shirt rather than
the traditional white smock?
When someone murmurs, "But my first love
is the oboe," are you disheartened?
If you were a bird. what would be your wingspan?
If someone said. his gums were clandestine, would
you look forward to the drilling?
Do you know what makes bipeds wild with joy?
Could you be specific?
"Admission Requirements of U.S. and Canadian Dental Schools" by Ron Koertge, from Making Love to Roget's Wife: Poems New and Selected. © University of Arkansas Press, 1997. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Books = Not worth much in pawn shops = Not getting punched in the face.
(Living is easy if you do what I do.)
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
2. I'm hungry.
3. I wish I had Direct TV so I can watch Bears games this year.
4. It's been a while since I said anything poignant.
5. The transparent cover came off my iPhone and I don't care.
6. I secretly want to drive a bus.
7. The deli downstairs makes omelets. I may get one.
8. Corn on the cob is my food hero.
9. I will never read a book 'electronically.'
10. I like where I live.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
No more. Things that I actually care about are dwindling. The welfare of people around me is losing ground on my list of things I care about. Maybe I should make a prioritized list of things I care about...
Monday, August 10, 2009
I shaved my head on my birthday and I keep telling people at work, "...heat advisory..."
This is a pretty good day so far... I haven't lost anything or injured myself in any way yet...
No one sat next to me on the train this morning. I friggin' love it when no one sits next to me on the train. Wait, maybe it's because of my hair! Genius!
Friday, August 7, 2009
I conjure up the images of this for one reason: Of all the John Hughes' movies that I grew up watching (and watching and watching) this scene is the one I most identified with. Sure, I wanted to be Ducky from Pretty in Pink, or Bender from Breakfast Club, but it's the guys in this scene that best described my adolescent life.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I began reading a new book (as recommended by my good friend Elizabeth)...
I'm only a few chapters in and I have already been frightened and heartbroken. I am engrossed.
High praise for multi-grain spaghetti. Had some last night. (Thumb is up.) I use sauce from a jar, but add 1/2 pound of turkey meat and sprinkle some fennel seeds throughout.
I haven't told her yet, but when my wife randomly picks up the guitar and plays for a few minutes in the living room, I imagine this is what it sounds like when an angel visits.