Sunday, September 24, 2006
my whine of the day
Part of the reason I got this blog is so I'd have a place to complain if I needed to. Right now, the thing that's making me crazy is that some guys seem to see every woman they see as a contestant on the "Would I F*ck Her?" game show. No fabulous prizes, no stunning sets, just the chance to get judged by someone you don't even know or like. Women who are politicians, professional athletes, scientists, funeral arrangement salespeople, eight-months-pregnant moms-to-be -- if you're a woman, you are eligible for this fantastic chance to be a) rejected by a loser, or b) be a loser's fantasy.
Remember all the fuss and anger over the stupid Diet Coke commercial with the shirtless guy? The game's not so fun for men when they're the contestants. I say that we invent cute phrases about guys' bodies that are just as flattering as "cankles" and "thunder thighs."
Grrrrrr. I got yelled at by some idiot college boy out his car window again, and that always gets me wound up. I should carry around a rock so I'd have something to chuck at them.
"Count your calories, work out when you can, and try to be good to yourself. All the rest is bulls**t." -- Jillian Michaels at BlogHer '07