Comme ci, Comme ca
I had a mixed bag of a day. I found out my cat still has fleas. Grrr. I declared war on the bloodsucking fiends and kicked ass, only to find them back again. I loathe fleas. Just knowing they are around makes me creepy crawly, and anything that brushes past my skin makes me think that one of them is on me. I must win this war at all costs. If I have to bring in the big guns, I will get those nasty chemical foggers and go stay at my Dad's house for a bit while it bombs my apartment. I suppose I'll have to bring the princess kitty with me too, but somehow I have to make sure she has no more fleas or eggs on her, otherwise she'll infest my dad's house, and re-infest the apartment when I bring her back. This really sucks. No pun intended.
Other than that, I went to knitting group, and that is always a blast. I knit with some crazy chicas. I love it. It's the highlight of my week. I got to chatting with some new girls that have been coming for a few weeks, and I found out about a spinning group -- Oooo! I am going to have to go to the next one. I know someone who hand spins, and her yarns are gorgeous but cost a fortune. Now I'll be able to make my own if I can get the hang of it. We shall see. That would be so rad though, because I could create my own color combinations, and really customize and be creative with it.
I finished the scarf I was knitting for the girl who works at the cafe where we meet. She requested one after she got to know me a bit, as I'm there every week. I gave it to her tonight. She loved it. I got free frosty caramel cappuccino, and a discount on bread that my dad wanted me to pick up for him. Wheeeee. Knitting for people has it's perks.
I came home and watched Discovery Health channel. This has become my thing this week. I am watching all these shows about weight loss surgery, and follow-up plastic surgeries needed. They also had a show on tonight about people who became super obese and could no longer care for themselves. I'm asking myself why the morbid fascination with these shows lately, especially since some of them show graphic stomach-turning operations. Am I trying to dissuade myself from considering weight loss surgery? Am I trying to encourage myself to try again to lose weight naturally? Am I trying to look at people far worse off than me and delude myself into thinking that my weight isn't as serious of an issue as theirs is? Or maybe it's just the novelty of finally seeing fat people on TV. Of course, as usual, they are only depicted as living less than full lives, and being on the brink of total health collapse. On the other hand, there was a "Miss Fat" pageant on TV recently, which was a freaking scream. The girl who won was what normal folks would probably consider average, or at the most "thick," but hey, that's okay, because she was the prettiest, and she could sing like a diva. There were much fatter chicks on the show though, and they all were treated equally and depicted as women with real lives, not just medical oddities. So, I suppose we might be getting somewhere.
Don't even get me started on the Dove ad campaign for "real beauty" -- I mean, nice try boys, but none of those women is remotely fat. That's part of the problem with our country; that seeing normal women with average-sized bodies is painted as some kind of bold, risky innovation for marketing. Yea, so what, corporate Amerikkka has finally figured out that the majority of women in this country are curvy girls who spend money too, and they want it to be spent on their products. Wow, Big Fat Fucking Deal. All that amounts to is the repackaging of greed. There is nothing new about that. To impress me, they're gonna have to do a lot better than that. Yawn.
Other than that, I went to knitting group, and that is always a blast. I knit with some crazy chicas. I love it. It's the highlight of my week. I got to chatting with some new girls that have been coming for a few weeks, and I found out about a spinning group -- Oooo! I am going to have to go to the next one. I know someone who hand spins, and her yarns are gorgeous but cost a fortune. Now I'll be able to make my own if I can get the hang of it. We shall see. That would be so rad though, because I could create my own color combinations, and really customize and be creative with it.
I finished the scarf I was knitting for the girl who works at the cafe where we meet. She requested one after she got to know me a bit, as I'm there every week. I gave it to her tonight. She loved it. I got free frosty caramel cappuccino, and a discount on bread that my dad wanted me to pick up for him. Wheeeee. Knitting for people has it's perks.
I came home and watched Discovery Health channel. This has become my thing this week. I am watching all these shows about weight loss surgery, and follow-up plastic surgeries needed. They also had a show on tonight about people who became super obese and could no longer care for themselves. I'm asking myself why the morbid fascination with these shows lately, especially since some of them show graphic stomach-turning operations. Am I trying to dissuade myself from considering weight loss surgery? Am I trying to encourage myself to try again to lose weight naturally? Am I trying to look at people far worse off than me and delude myself into thinking that my weight isn't as serious of an issue as theirs is? Or maybe it's just the novelty of finally seeing fat people on TV. Of course, as usual, they are only depicted as living less than full lives, and being on the brink of total health collapse. On the other hand, there was a "Miss Fat" pageant on TV recently, which was a freaking scream. The girl who won was what normal folks would probably consider average, or at the most "thick," but hey, that's okay, because she was the prettiest, and she could sing like a diva. There were much fatter chicks on the show though, and they all were treated equally and depicted as women with real lives, not just medical oddities. So, I suppose we might be getting somewhere.
Don't even get me started on the Dove ad campaign for "real beauty" -- I mean, nice try boys, but none of those women is remotely fat. That's part of the problem with our country; that seeing normal women with average-sized bodies is painted as some kind of bold, risky innovation for marketing. Yea, so what, corporate Amerikkka has finally figured out that the majority of women in this country are curvy girls who spend money too, and they want it to be spent on their products. Wow, Big Fat Fucking Deal. All that amounts to is the repackaging of greed. There is nothing new about that. To impress me, they're gonna have to do a lot better than that. Yawn.
posted by scribe at 8/19/2005
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