Cucumber
TLC, three women who wear gobs of makeup and clothes that blatantly exploit their bodies in the videos that teenage girls watch, have written a song called "Unpretty." In this video, they dance and lay in positions that show off exactly how thin they are. They have personal trainers and diets to stay unnaturally thin. Also in the video, they tell the story of two young girls who are obviously supposed to be high school students. One of the girls is slightly overweight. They show her, wearing unflattering clothes of course, shoving chocolate cake into her mouth, cutting out a picture of her head and putting it on one of the model's bodies that are on her wall, and later running to the bathroom to puke. At the end of the video, suddenly she gets a burst of self esteem and peels all of the pictures of skinny girls off of her walls and gets in a bathing suit and looks in the mirror, smiling. As if all of her self esteem issues are magically going to disappear for the purpose of a video. The other girl is underweight and much more attractive than the average girl. Her boyfriend wants her to go and get breast implants. She goes in, sees another girl in obvious pain having them removed, then runs out of the hospital and goes home to beat the boyfriend up. The fact that a beautiful girl would actually make an appointment and go to the hospital to have her breasts enlarged just because her boyfriend said so appauls me.
Now it's time to pick on Jewel. When she started in the music business, she had brown hair and weighed more. She started out in reputable clothes, and I admit that she is still less exploitative than female vocalists like Shania Twain and TLC, but now she has a video where they filmed parts of it with her completely nude. She died her hair blond, which absolutely infuriates me, and she lost weight. Now, even though she has lost weight, she only wears dark coloured dresses and she always has her hands in front of her stomach. "I am not a size six, my legs are not as skinny as sticks, and damn it, someone's gotta pay." Why do girls who aren't thin have to pay, Jewel? Why can't we all just be happy with our bodies?
1-800-COLLECT now has a commercial where two beautiful, underweight women wearing bikinis go to two separate pay phones to call their friends collect. We never see the girls' faces. The two males discussing them very first comment on how "good" the girls look. Watching as voyuers, the two males see the blond one dial 1-800-COLLECT because blond sends out a positive image of their product, and the burnette dials zero. Of course, one of the men have to go over and correct her.
I am tierd of seeing nothing but negative body images on the television and in the movies. What was American Pie about? The title is later explained to be refering to a certain part of a woman. Why don't they make a movie called Cucumber about a certain part of males and have the storyline be about girls on a quest to get laid. It would be the first of its kind (and I know a lot of girls who would pay good money to see it), that's for sure.
Girls can go camping, too!
Seraiah and my goddess recently went camping. On the way out, some little boys playing football in the road were apparently utterly amazed that they were both female and traveling alone. The camp host was also worried about them, which humors me because he was old and those two wise, wise women giggle alot and carry switchblades up their sleeves *wink, wink*
When asked to comment further, Seraiah said only "No me gustan los banos de camping. The stink gets in your clothes."
TAB
Who the hell invented TAB? I stole a guitar and within five minutes, I was playing. What a crock. A certain angel of mine claims to play the guitar, she even took lessons (for about two minutes) and she can't even remember the names of the strings. This greatly disheartens me. It is my goal to never read TAB, or only when I'm desperate. It's an insult to musicians as a whole, although it doesn't take a brain surgeon to play the guitar... (It's the easiest instrument I have ever picked up.)
Yeah, I stole Lexy's geee-tar. I can play five chords so far. And I know the NOTE NAMES of all the strings and their corresponding frets. So, I'm doing well.
Health and other shit like that...
I'm getting sick again, but I did find a cure for my headaches. I thought that they were from stress, because they always come on the same side right above my eye, but Mom has been telling me it's a sinus thing even though my sinuses (sinusi? sinusses?) are always clear, so I never believed her until I couldn't sleep one nite because it was so bad, so I took some Sudafed and... yeah. It worked. Huzzah to mommies for the day. So if you get really bad headaches always in the same spot, try Sudafed... "My mommy says..."
Restaurants, all that rot
My goddess, my angel, and I were thrown out of the Mount Charleston Hotel (the one that looks like a castle to little kids) because we only wanted one entree to split and some desert. The materdee was really mean. We decided that we would dress in rags one day and drop about $150 and leave no tip.
For you other (unfortunate) Vegas residents, they opened up a new Regal Cinema down on the South-East side (Walmart! :::flashes an assortment of wannabe gang signs before getting tangled in his own fingers and giving up...:::) called "The Colonade" (catchy, eh?). But the realy neato part (ha ha! i should have said "spiffy" or "keen") is that they opened a "Healing Cup" tea cafe right next to it. So we should all go and patronize them.
Friendly sensuality?
My goddess says that friends can't share friendly sexual experiences without ulteriar motives.
Recently, Christopher and I were sitting in his front yard arguing about Lexy leaving. You know, the argue/discuss/complain/agree/disagree/argue some more type of conversation. I was very upset, and I'm sure he was too. We had been quiet for a while, and suddenly it hit me that he had one of my hands sandwiched between both of his. His hands are a lot bigger than mine, which makes it much easier for him to play guitar, but also easier for him to hold me captive when he wants to. But he had my hand and it was very comforting, and that struck something in me. I won't write very much more because I am not sure if he even noticed, but it was very strange for me. Especially because his girlie girl and I don't particularly get along. I try hard, for his sake, but it's hard.
Lexy
Yes, I know I have been talking about him constantly, but he left for college and I really miss him. It was his guitar I stole, and the ache in my fingers when I type only reminds me of the five chords I know which reminds me of him.
He promised to write on Saturday. The letter should be here on Wednesday with more information on his room mates. He told me that he hopes to be the "dominant" room mate, which made me laugh. My first letter to the room mates will include something along the lines of:
"Dear (insert room mate's name here), I know that Lexy plans on being the "dominant" room mate, but he lacks the domineering, bitchy personality that it takes to be such. I, however, have these qualities and more, so I will assume the position of dominant room mate from Las Vegas. This will take work, so I expect your full acceptance and cooperation."
I dunno. Something like that. I hope they'll be fun. Computer geeks (Networking majors), so it may be boring.
"There's nothing worse than a pencil-necked geek..."
Thank Tim for everything
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