I know it’s really tacky to talk about this but since my tumblr is “mostly” anonymous, I’m going to say it anyway.
I just spent way too much money on swimsuits and stuff for our vacation in Cabo. And at each and every place, the sales people were the biggest phonies I’ve ever encountered.
As in, they kept one particular store open an hour late for me while I tried stuff on. But wait, you might be saying, that’s actually really nice of them to do. Well yeah it is, but they also complimented me with each and every thing I tried on (even if it actually looked horrible), and laughed really loudly at anything they thought was a “joke”. That’s what I would call being a kiss ass.
I just keep thinking about how when I was heavier and didnt really spend that much money on clothes, and how salespeople would treat me pretty much like I didn’t exist or with disdain.
I’ve always been the same person, no matter how much I weighed at any point in my life.
I have to say, I am pretty disgusted that there is such a huge difference in the way that I am treated now that I am at a weight that is considered “acceptable” according to “them”.
I am really looking forward to the day when a woman’s looks no longer determine her perceived worth as a human being. But now I am feeling like a hypocrite because if I really believed that, why would I buy a whole new wardrobe? What a sick little cycle.
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Abraham Lincoln Ghostbuster
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I just feel like, yknow, reposts like this are exactly why I follow you.
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God Loves a Terrier
We sang this dumb shit as we walked home from the bar tonight. It was an amazing walk home. Finals be damned.
I woke up, did 45 minutes on the bike. Two loads of laundry, one load of dishes, picked up the living room and kitchen, made breakfast, painted my nails.. and had to slam my coffee because I forgot I made it.
I deserve a do-over.
More coffee.
I woke up at 11 and watched Mad Men for three hours.
Handcut Birds by Claire Brewster
The birds and I are leaving town by Maria Emanuela
On this episode of Reality Cast, Amanda Marcotte interviews the author of a new book called Generation Roe. There’s a chance that family physicians will stop getting proper training in contraception in some programs, and a Lifetime reality show demonstrates the dangers facing girls with virginity-obsessed parents.
Everything is a cycle.
At the races, Les Modes (Paris) April 1921. Photo by Paul Géniaux.
Kittyinva: This feels so contemporary. We have a race every May called the “Gold Cup”, and this outfit, hat and all, would not be out of place. This could be from the 1970’s-today. Amazing.
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