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9.29.2005 ||> I still have my blinding intellect, right?
Why do people say the things they do? What presses them to go on and on and dig themselves deeper, especially when they're being told that they're being a bit offensive? When I was in Uzbekistan, one of my site mates and I were talking about blondes. She was talking as if she was the only blonde in the conversation, and when I mentioned that she was talking to another natural blonde, she said (my hand to god, I swear she did): "Well, you're more of a dishwater blonde, so you don't get treated the way I do."
What?
But I just chalked it up to typical Peace Corps volunteer verbal diarrhea. We didn't speak in English so much, so we compensated my having no inner monologue when we did. But then the other day, I was in a conversation about boobs with these girls from work. One of these girls was saying how big d-cups were. How it was too big and how could a woman deal with it?
When I mentioned that I was a d-cup, she said, "Well, you don't look like a 'd', maybe you're small for your cup?" I'm still not actually sure if she was insulting me or comforting me. Maybe she was saying that I was so fat that my boobs look small by comparison?
I remember being a big breasted blonde in college. Now I'm a small-chested dishwater blonde not 3 years later? When did it all go so wrong? Anyway, since Monday, I've found myself wearing these plunging necklines to work.
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