Oh No She Dinnit: Rude, Politically Incorrect, Hateful, Hurtful, Judgmental UFO Sightings

Mamacita says:  I know they make all kinds of clothing in every imaginable size, and this is of course nothing but my personal opinion – and I’m full of personal opinions – but it just seems to me that anybody over 12 years old looks more than stupid in a Hannah Montana t-shirt.  Are people who shop in the Big Girls’ department really looking for Hannah Montana purses?  Sneakers?  And if so, WHY?  Tinker Bell and Hello Kitty should not be worn once a certain size is reached.  I mean, all you need to complete such an outfit is a long denim skirt, poodle socks, tennis shoes, and a lot of hair spray.  Ugh.

I wonder, too, about the kind of woman who would purchase a size 28 two-piece swimsuit.  I mean, besides the fact that she’s the general size and weight of a caterpillar tractor.  Me, I’m more interested in covering that sight UP, not forcing the world to see it.  I don’t want to see it. Do you want to see it?  I thought not.  Nobody wants to see that.  Be nice to the world’s feng shui.  Don’t flaunt anything that looks or acts like jello.  Advice:  If you look like a large ice cream cone from a distance, don’t wear it.

milfshirtAdvertising, which is something a lot of mothers don’t seem to realize they’re doing when they put themselves and their young daughters in suggestive clothing that barely covers the subject and then get all bothered when people notice, is another subject altogether.

This classy shirt, for example, comes in all sizes, from tiny to 5 XL.

How sweet to see a mother and daughter with similar interests.  Excuse me for just a second while I make a phone call to CPS.  Back in a sec.

Now, I know in advance that some people will take offense because I hold these opinions, and because I made them public.  All I can say to that is, say whatever you want on your own blog.

Whenever I look in the mirror, I feel that I have abused the body God trusted me with, and I’m ashamed of that.  I’m working hard to spruce it up, too.

But until I get it looking more as it should look, ie  properly cared-for and maintained, I’m going to cover up as much evidence of my lack of proper maintenance as possible.  And I’d appreciate it if others would, too.

I am NOT talking about body image or distorted perception, nor am I saying that a 25-year-old woman should weigh less than her cat if she is to be considered beautiful.  I am saying that people who have not treated their bodies properly and are now reaping the consequences, should not force the rest of the world to look at the results.

Mmmm, chocolate.  Be right back.  Oh, and YAY, the pizza guy is here!

Now, where was I?  Oh yes.  I just don’t understand why I look like this.  It CAN’T be any decisions and choices I personally made.  It must be my thyroid.

Yes, I know that sometimes it is.  But for most of us, it’s the decisions and choices.  Get real.  We all know it.

Good thing they make those attractive hip-hugger jeans in my size.  Miley wears them, so they must be cool.

And don’t those kindergarteners look adorable in their Daisy Dukes and those one-shoulder halter tops?  The glittery high-heeled sandals just MAKE the outfit!

P.S.  I’m going to direct you all to my friend Kim’s blog.  A post she made several years ago is still so incredibly funny; I just know you’ll all love it!  And you’ll love Kim, too.  While you’re there, tell her to start posting again.  I miss her.

P.P.S.  Did I hurt your feelings?  Heck, I hurt my OWN feelings!  But not as badly as I hurt when I look in the mirror.

P.P.P.S.  I once had a student who weighed a good 400 pounds before breakfast.  She wore shorts every day, commando, even in winter, because she was always dripping-with-sweat-hot.  I know this because she always sat in the front of the classroom, legs outspread, like an old man in overalls in the middle airplane seat, only without the overalls.  Sometimes she’d reach up in there and sort of fold her thigh fat over, to catch some breeze.  She frequently wiggled her knees back and forth, back and forth, to make her own breeze.  The whole room shook when she did that.  She stayed after class and cried a lot because nobody wanted to sit near her and she didn’t understand why.  I didn’t know what to tell her, so I tried to comfort her by saying it was hard for many people to cozy up to strangers.

Especially when the stranger smelled like tuna, vibrated like an earthquake,  and displayed more crotch than Britney Spears, every single day.  I tried to feel sympathy for her, but it was hard because during every three-hour class session she devoured five or six bags of chips, a dozen candy bars, and six Coke Classics.  Sometimes she brought sandwiches.  Her homework was always grease-marked and covered with mustard smears.  Her research paper was about how disgraceful it was that smokers had no self control, or perception about making others uncomfortable.  Her bibliography page had a big smashed malted milk ball right in the middle.  What’s to be done?  I have no idea.

Okay, I’m not hungry now.


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Oh No She Dinnit: Rude, Politically Incorrect, Hateful, Hurtful, Judgmental UFO Sightings — 6 Comments

  1. Wow. How terribly sad for that girl in your class. I’m sort of always amazed when people don’t know how they smell, but I understand that it is really true, some people don’t know how they smell. What on earth is the etiquitte for that? How can one possibly tell someone they smell without that person being mortified?

  2. Wow. How terribly sad for that girl in your class. I’m sort of always amazed when people don’t know how they smell, but I understand that it is really true, some people don’t know how they smell. What on earth is the etiquitte for that? How can one possibly tell someone they smell without that person being mortified?

  3. Okay, I’m definitely going to have to steal this one: “Be nice to the world’s feng shui. Don’t flaunt anything that looks or acts like jello.” I’m howling!

  4. Okay, I’m definitely going to have to steal this one: “Be nice to the world’s feng shui. Don’t flaunt anything that looks or acts like jello.” I’m howling!

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