Spring Is Coming

So that means the diet talk has ramped up to the extreme.  Cue Oro keeping her stinkin' trap shut while women - oh please, you know it's always women - who generally weigh about 150lbs soaking wet talk about how fat they are an how difficult it is to find clothing, yadda yadda yadda.

Today I went looking for a sports bra.  The sales lady looked at my chest and snorted, and then, flipping one hand this way and one hand that way, talked about DDD this and 44 that and I'm look, look, you fucking cunt, just because I'm fat, that doesn't mean I automatically take whatever the fuck you're offering.

So of course she followed me around the store nonchalantly, because as we all know, us colored folks just can't be trusted around items of merchandise, even if they are seconds and on sale.

I shall just have to read this over and over and over again.

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In other news, my credit card got hacked.  I am deeply in dept.  I don't know how long I can continue on without some acknowledgement from Mr Oro that I do virtually everything at the house.  Wiping down the kitchen counters a couple of times a week and watching the Chieftain while I'm at work does not constitute 'a lot'.  Especially when I do all the driving, shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry, child-play, child watching (because that's what I do when I'm not at work), as well as getting up early to work on my lesson plans for my class - although lately the earliest I've been able to get up has been 6Am because I'm just too tired to get up earlier.

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rant over.

Oro

Comments

[annacyclopedia]

Hope Mr. Oro steps up soon. My mom always says, "Scratch any liberal, feminist, egalitarian marriage with a baby and you find pretty deeply entrenched gender roles." Seems to be true among almost everyone I know in real life, at least. I'm beaming him "smarten up" vibes as I type this.

And perhaps you should keep some copies of that blog post in your purse and leaflet the hell out of your local clothing stores. That sales lady sounded like a complete tw*t.

[Donna]

I hate this time of year, I am so depressed too. I hope your storm passes soon.