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Feh. And Wheeee!

First off, happiest of brithdays to _beetle_ and grifyn! I'll drink a toast to you later.

I just got back from the grocery store (after walking 4 miles in the hot sun, then hitting the nursery for some plants - I am an old woman) so I'm not looking my best. Normally, I don't give a shit. It's freaking errands, right? So I'm loading up the conveyor belt with my MASSIVE load o'groceries (my kids eat 200 bucks worth of food a WEEK. I am not joking) and there is a woman behind me in her mid-driff, hot-pink bedazzled workout (??) tank, tight yoga pants, and $250 Donna Karan yoga shoes. She has a case of bottled water, soy chips, and a STACK of mags, like Star, US Weekly, InTouch, etc. She is giving me serious attitude because I pull out my coupons (dude, without coupons, that bill becomes $273 a week) I see she's giving me the once over. I'm smelly, I have my Ralph Wiggam T-shirt on (That's Unpossible!), my hair is crazed and frizzy, and I have hairy legs.

I look more closely at her and see she has injected so much collagen in her lips, it looks like she has a mustache. She has a painted-on tan, and you can tell she is MUCH older than her plastic surgery (HUGE boobs, of course) lets on by the baggy skin on her elbows, and under her arm pits. You know what I'm talking about. And she's ENGROSSED in Star. Not laughing, or smirking like most people do. Like it's her fucking Oxford Literary Reference, or something. "Oh, my god! Will Nick and Jessica break up?" *single, perfect tear, if her face wasn't botoxed to hell*

She's being pushy about loading her stuff on the converyor belt, (I'm trying not to crack my head on her cart as I grab my four gallons of milk) so naturally I take my time. Fuck you. I'm gearing up for a cat fight in my head: "how sad that you aren't enough of a woman to grow your own boobs." "How fulfilling your life of soy chips and tabloids must be. Bet you wish all of the stupid, fat suburban moms would be rid of so you could reach enlightenment in your yoga class you must be pissed off to be late for."

She leaves not too long after me and I see her get into her black Mercedes convertible. She has a smug look on her face, like she knows I'm seeing the "unattainable." I made sure she saw me laugh and mouth "nice sugar daddy." Bitch, I drive an Acura and OWN my things. Didn't get a man to do it for me, either. Put HIM through school. I'm petty. I know it. And I really don't care if someone wants plastic surgery, or to have a sugar daddy, or whatever. It was the smug attitude like I was a piece of shit on her ridiculously priced shoes that set me off.

I feel REALLY good about me. That I don't have to pay money to make doctors fix me into some weird fucking dude's vision of a "perfect woman." That I don't paint a goddamn orange/brown paste on me to "look" healthy. That I don't have toxic bags of goo in my chest so people will notice me. (Man, hers were so disproportionate to her body - she had to duck walk to keep from falling forward.) That I can read something better than USWeekly to get my "news." (Now, I love gossip, you know that, but you know what I'm talking about.) I think it's very sad to have nothing in your life but to focus on keeping yourself looking frozen in time to validate your existence.

BLEH!! I am a strong, natural woman. Hee hee!! Let's just say that if Stoney gets some attitude up in her grill... Uh uh. It's ON. Hee!! I'm pretending I'm tough!

On a completely different note, sunny, 82, got my veggies into the garden, got my rose cuttings hormoned and greenhoused, washed everything dirty in my house. I need no fake tits! I need an agenda and a checklist to be fulfilled! (...today) Now if I can get those kids to bed early, I'm pornin' up in here! Whee!


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Feb. 21st, 2005 03:04 pm (UTC)
*hugs you tightly* Thank you, I've been having THE appearance argument with my friends, I was starting to think I was being abnormal for not wanting to be thin and pretty rather than my normal weird, p0rn obsessed but brainy self...*giggles* or something like that
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:26 pm (UTC)
Oh, and GIP. Ha ha ha!
A large portion of the population here in Dallas, Texas is just like that woman. Little Barbies made for men to play with. WTF? Funny thing is, when those bitches are in the bathroom for the fifteenth time adjusting their lipstick/Botox/micro mini, their boyfriends/husbands/"uncles" are hitting on me.

Because I look like a WOMAN. Feh. Be proud of them hips. Nothing wrong with wanting to be thin and pretty, but when that is ALL you want out of life? Bleh. Gimmie a garden, a good book, and great friends. Oh, and porn. Hee hee!
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Feb. 21st, 2005 03:12 pm (UTC)
God, I HATE women like that!

And love women like you! And you didn't even punch her in the face! (not that she would be able to feel it, or anything.)

~does the 'Go Stoney!' dance~
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:27 pm (UTC)
I know!!! So shallow. I don't punch, I go for the psychological damage. "Oooh! Looks like your implant sprung a leak! Gosh."

Her Botoxed face would try to register shock, but be unable. Sad!!!

*dances with you, giggles at your icon*
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:23 pm (UTC)
Arhh. You should have so bitch slapped her. I hate condescending (botox injected, surgery worshiping) women who think they're better than everybody else just because they can grow boobs(enlarge them, if you will)out of thin air. And that Holier-Than-Thou attitude. ::kicks::

::high fives you::
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:29 pm (UTC)
HATE the looking down on me thing. HATE. IT. Now, if that was Maya Angelou, or Melissa Etheridge... But the thing is this: the women that COULD look down on me (with effect) WOULDn't look down on me.

Love women. Hate bimbos.

*slaps that hand, comes around for a slap on that ass*
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:24 pm (UTC)
I wish I lived in Texas so I could meet people like that!

(just testing the irony icon. unironically: you are so funny, and it is so wet and gross here. i guess i DO wish I lived in Texas).
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:31 pm (UTC)
I see your irony and raise you a sarcasm
Not a cloud in the sky. Cooler with rain tomorrow, but I am getting tan already. I love getting warm skin from laying on the grass. Mmmm. Throw a stream and birdsong in there, and I'm rocky mountain high. Ha ha ha!!

Dallas has it's superficial locales, to be sure. But there are enough people I like here that make it a fine place to live. And the margaritas... The food! Home sweet home.
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
Thing is, you are a sexy hot thing. SERIOUSLY, you are goddamn gorgeous. A Ralph Wiggum shirt and leg hair can do little to sully your beauty. ::smooch::
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
Hee!! I feel the same about you, Mar. Now, don't get me wrong. I feel GOOD about myself. I need to tone up before beach wear, but I'm not bad-looking. But this woman in her Barbie Goes Shopping Dressed Like A HoTM outfit looked down on me!!

And Ralph Wiggum has a wonky eye! And a finger in his nose! And the hair on my legs is blonde! Ha ha ha. I probably stunk from working out. But I'm all woman, bay bee!

i don't get the need to flash-freeze yourself to look like you're 19, when she was clearly over 40. Be happy to be 40!! I'm fine with 32. My one gray hair and all... Ha!

*smooches you, pinches your hot Vancouver bum*
Feb. 21st, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
You forgot her hair. Was it big tumbleweed o'hair like I remember from when my sister lived in Dallas? When I go to Atlanta I see women like this and it makes me so sad for them with their poor little frozen faces and spare body parts.

Where I live in the hills of Western MA, it goes the other way into a fad of "see how au natural I am", which means that if I walk down the street in lipstick and mascara, I am the most haute woman on the street.

Feb. 21st, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, she had loooong platinum ironed hair. (No one here has big hair anymore. It's ironed and highlighted and filled with extensions. Think Paris Hilton. We are nothing if not current!)

Her white Spike hair set off her orange tan in a shocking manner. Yikes. Bet she has a floor length fur for the one day it's cold enough to warrant a heavy coat. But it would be REAL fur, make no mistake. Yuck.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
She's just jealous. I would have been tempted to give her the finger and smile. I hate people like that. At forty, she'll probably look like she's eighty. Kinda scary, if you think about it.

Shit, I always get these type A women who look down on me for the stay at home thing. They always look so happy working eighty hours a week, going to the gym, with everything so fake looking. Here I am, frumpy with tennis shoes on that are so dirty and my comfy jeans. Get a life, I say.

Yeah, put the hubby through school too. "Unattainable"? Let me drive my big old honking double cab truck over her Mercedes. We'll see who's unattainable. OK, now I'm ranting. I hate it when women do that to other women. Come on. That's just tacky.

Man, my kids go through tons of food too a week. Every time I tell the person bagging my groceries not to put the four gallons of milk into the same bag, they get all huffy. If I'm buying 200 dollars worth of food, do you think I want to carry a bag with two gallons of milk into the house?

Wheee. Porn. I'm good for it. I need it after today.
Feb. 21st, 2005 04:09 pm (UTC)
Man, my kids can EAT. I long for the old days of a milk man... Lugging milk and cheese and yogurt gets OLD.

The thing is, in my neighborhood, it's the 'burbs. Women have a sort of bragging attitude about being able to stay at home. It's a new sign of being Posh enough to afford one income, you know? Which is weird.

Toots, you'd fit in with me. Got my soccer slip-on shoes, my jogging shorts and a T. Hair in a cap. Works for the day. But honey, you better believe that when I go out, I get done up right! Hee!! Feel free to rant here all you'd like.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 05:00 pm (UTC)
You should check, but I think I tell you that I love you every second or third post.

That woman sounds thoroughly disgusting. Good to know that I'm not the only one who mentally gears up for (cat)fights whilst loading up my groceries. Humanity annoys me. Also, is she crazy? You're STACKED!!!

Hey, I have super hairy legs AND I'm a fellow Acura driver! I also bought it sugar-daddy free! Go, us! I hear "Independent Woman" in the background. LOVE YOU!
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:06 pm (UTC)
But she was a size 0 with some double Ds gunning from the front. SO, she's like, hot you know? With her painted on tan? And ridiculous clothes she got at Journeez? And she's over 40? Bleh.

And her sugar daddy $75K hot rod. Bleh. I left with Emily skipping on one side of me, making me smile, so her attitude is base and fugly.

Oh, girl, I have so many fake fights in my head... you HAVE to be prepared!! Hee hee!! Love you, too. Sushi! Vancouver!! It WILL happen, dammit.

(RL, paid for, by moi. Uh huh.)
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Feb. 21st, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)
Born and bred in Arlington, hon. I know exactly who you are talking about!
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:29 pm (UTC)
Yes. You. Do. My arch-nemesis was from there. She was the one who tried to do mr. Stoney number one while we were engaged. Wait. She was trying to do me a favor!! *cries*

Hee hee! Fake boobs aplenty out here in Tejas, that's for sure. But notice it's the women not originally from here. We natives have curves, yesiree!
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:26 pm (UTC)
What makes these people think that insanely botoxed/collagened/nip/tucked/sucked/whatever else actually looks good? I mean, i can understand a little bit done here or there if you feel you really want it. But these plastic shells of people actually frighten me a little bit, lol. I've got curves, and hips that'll be nice for the babies if i have them, and im proud of that, :) Its not to say that i hate naturaly/maintained thin or thinner than me women. I think every person should be happy with who they are, :) Ok, im sorry to have rambled so long, but this a subject that always gets me a going, lol. I'll go now, :)
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:31 pm (UTC)
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I know, right? I am not afraid to age. My body will change (did change after having three kids) and I just want to stay healthy and fit. I don't want to try and be the next Bratz doll. Ewww.

Good for you, and keep the healthy body image. I've said it once, and I'll say it again: Confidence is sexy.
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:44 pm (UTC)
I've got a grocery store story from last summer something like yours- saw a woman in the distance and thought "Gee, that must be so-and-so's daughter "(so-and-so being a woman I went to high school with, a cheerleader) and then as I approached and saw the fried, dyed hair and the all-over body wrinkles, I realized it WAS so-and-so, self-embalmed and looking like a zombie version of herself.

Was never so very happy to be a free-range 52 year old in my life.

I wish I was a propagation-enhanced person, as I need sufficient plants of the damask "Ispahan" to make me a hedge/attar crop. Problem is, anything that takes attention and needs done between mid-February and mid-May gets shot down by calving season. WHICH reminds me: the not-down cow has an 85 pound heifer calf. She gave birth on the highest point on the property, the old loony.

Now, a question of ethics or something: is it safe to assume that a person to whom you've written a response because, in part, they've said "I don't care what the "science" says, it's all bad" and then demands you give scientific citations for your assertions is probably not going to take those citations as worth their notice?

Julia, especially when they're asking for citations for stuff that shows up in freaking textbooks
Feb. 21st, 2005 05:54 pm (UTC)
I thinking they are loonies, too. I'm assuming we are talking common knowledge (among the literate and info-seekers) and yet... No belief?

Well, I had folks who told me (while standing in a dinosaur foot print) that the earth was made in 6 days, and is only 6000 years old, so... There's fools and then there's idjits.

Hooray for the calf! Momma doing okay? No Texas tuekey vultures skulking up on that hillside?

I want a row of Winter Snow camelias on the north side, but cannot imagine root cuttings for 30 feet of planting space. A few roses? Some butterfly bush? Datura? Sure, you betcha. Camelias? No thanks. *saves pennies to buy mature plants in thirty years*

"Free-range." That'll keep me grinning for days.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 07:27 pm (UTC)
Ha! It's funny: my mother is a Southern Belle/died,fried, and pushed to the side/bunch of big ol' ring wearing/ never without high heels kinda gal. Then there's my dad's family: Mormon farmers. I think he saw her bit boobs and lipstick and went nuts.

I rebelled against the girly-girl stuff, but I know how to get cute to go out. But I'm a hiker and a rock climber, and you know my proclivity for digging in the dirt...

Basically, I'm the chick you can sit outside with and hang, but can help you pick out the right outfit, too. Hee! Well rounded. Especially in the can. Ha!

(Clinique is good. They don't go for the spackle effect.)
Feb. 21st, 2005 07:52 pm (UTC)
"Oh, my god! Will Nick and Jessica break up?" *single, perfect tear, if her face wasn't botoxed to hell*


Stupid woman. Like her "beauty" is real. She didn't work for it, she paid for it. To look down on others who aren't as self-conscious and respect themselves too mush to submit to the knife and an unrealistic notion of beauty.

Besides, she's a moron. You're a total hottie. *smooches*
Feb. 22nd, 2005 02:45 am (UTC)
The love and adoration I have for you is unmeasurable.

What a silly whore. She definitely needed a smack down.
Feb. 22nd, 2005 09:00 am (UTC)
I'm jealous of your getting your veggies all in the garden and your Me fail English? That's unpossible! t-shirt.
You rock.:)
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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