Sun!!! Glorious, glorious sun!
What more could one ask for than to have a long weekend, AND gorgeous weather? How about some anti-perspirant? More in a moment, but let me get a couple of items out of the way first this morning.
Apparently you can put a price on ‘traumatization’. Victoria teen, Willow Kinloch, was awarded $60,000 in punitive damages in the civil trial she launched after obtaining video of her encounter in a Victoria jail.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2008/05/15/bc-tethered-girl-decision.html
Personally, I think this award is a joke. See my previous post for my full views on this case here: http://lailayuile.wordpress.com/2008/01/24/bits-and-bites-3/
All I can is that it will be interesting to see what good she does with the cash,and she better make it last. You only get one free ride like this in life, so make something out of yourself kiddo.
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A funny thing happened on the way to a meeting yesterday. I’m sitting on the bus, minding my own business, when this big,fat stinky redneck guy in the requisite wife-beater shirt sits down across from me. I’m looking out the window, but I can sense his eyes on me, and I look over. Sure enough, he’s staring at me. Or, should I say, my belly. I ignore him for a bit, but he keeps staring right at me. So I look over at him again, and give him my ” F-off and die! ” look. His response?
” Gee, your stomachs big.” This from the genius with the 70 inch beer gut. Everyone’s looking now, including the bus driver in his mirror who obviously thinks this guy has signed his own death certificate.
I look right at him with a smirk,gesture towards his sweaty gut and say with relish : ” I have a fully formed miniature human being inside my body- what’s your excuse?”
He immediately stopped staring, and got off the bus to the continuing snickers and laughs of my fellow passengers and driver. ; )
Which brings me to my headline today – summer grooming etiquette 101. I cannot believe that in this hyper-hygienic and body conscious age that I would even have to go here, but nevertheless- here I am.
Point number one. How is it that people never seem to know they stink when they sweat? Do they really not know, or simply not care ? Either way, it just shouldn’t be happening. There is nothing -NOTHING- worse than being on a bus or sky train sitting next to someone with rampant B.O. Oh, wait, there is something worse than that- it’s actually having to stand next to someone with rampant B.O. while their arm is in the air holding on to the rail!! God, kill me already.
Please! Please,I’m begging you all, for the love of God, take a shower, put on some pit-stick and smell yourself periodically during the day if you are inclined to sweat. It’s just wrong to put your fellow citizens through that kind of torture. Especially on transit. Which leads right into …
Point number two. Men in wife-beater shirts with small dead animals under their arms. AKA: excessive pit hair. WRONG WRONG WRONG. All of it wrong. No wife beaters with afro pit hair. Especially when there appears to be little bits of pit stick all balled up in it. Nasty!!!!
Point number three. Women, we are not exempt from courteous grooming. invest 3 dollars and buy a razor, ladies, nothing ruins a look faster than Sasquatch legs. Get it? Bad.Bad Bad. Pits too. Yuck.
Point number four. The hot weather seems to induce some sort of mental condition where big women think they look like Sports Illustrated bikini models.Why this happens, I’m not sure, but there is actually a study that supports this strange occurrence. No one want to see your muffin top hanging out between your crop shirt and your way too tight jeans or shirt, ever. Really,I’m not joking – unless perhaps you happen to be a chubby chaser. There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel cool and sexy, but open your eyes when you look in the mirror, ok? Don’t traumatize us. Blubber only looks cute on whales. That goes for hairy fat men walking around with their shirts off too. Matthew McConaghy you are not.
Point number five. Its going to be hot this weekend, and the beaches will be packed. On the assurances of my teenage daughter that this does in fact need to be said, I leave you with this statement.
Pubic hair poking out of the sides of either male or female swimsuit bottoms is just simply…. not tolerable.
How disturbing.
As I raise my self to a semi sitting position, fighting for balance and some equilibrium, having slid off my chair in a fit of laughter, I wholeheartedly agree with your grooming comments. My faith in human kind is refurbished as my colleagues rush to my aid thinking I have had the big one. After I pointed out the source of my mirth, I immediately had to render aid to them. As the British would say, spot on.
I thought you would enjoy this post…
Now, I feel inclined to post a caution widget on the side of my blog, considering the litigious society we live in!
Something along the lines of I , Laila Yuile, herby caution you that reading these posts may occasionally cause excessive laughter or fits of rage . As such, I hereby absolve myself of all responsibility regarding injuries received or inflicted in the course of enjoying my site.
Now, please disseminate this post far and wide, so that we may all have nasal passages and eyes that remain unoffended and unsullied by the vagaries of the human form.
Hi.
Laila Yuile
Thank for Share it
I loke this post.
What are all these girly girl comments? A real
woman thinks about these things and doesn’t
really need to talk about pit stick and pubic hair…
Interesting definition of a “real woman”, Mich Cat- what other things are real women supposed to only think about and not say?
I disagree wholeheartedly.
I think a real woman does not fear to say the things that sometimes, really need to be said. Whether you want to hear them or not.
A real woman talks about really important
issues and leaves the small stuff behind.
When we are teens we are more selfish.
When we become adults, we are more evolved.
We talk about relationships, money management,
housing concerns, and children/pets.
Moving forward is a positive step. Forget about
the way we were and just be happy about the present.
No offence, but it sounds like you haven’t bothered to read anything else I have written, other than this particular post, of which you think the subject matter is unacceptable for “real women”. Because, if you did, you would realise that I, a woman who is as real as they come, do talk about many important and critical topics of vital importance to the people of this province. nearly every single day. Perhaps you would care to do a little reading around the site before making such silly judgements
Again, I don’t think real women should be limited in conversational subject or written topics,but if you don’t like the subject matter of this post, than please move on. I’m sorry you don’t see the humour that was intended
The above comments are duly noted.
Where did you grow up? It seems to
be Smallsville! Nice pictures glorifyng
yourself!
Hey nice to see you Mich cat,haven’t seen you since last summer- when you commented on the same post…lol. How about you send me some photos of yourself, and then we can glorify you for a while?
Cat definitely suits! She has long claws. But she is a tad confused, or was born early in the last century…it’s good to bring her up to speed!
“Real Women” talk about anything that comes to mind – politics, sex, and religion…and everything in between.
“Real Women” live for today, because they’re smart enough to know that’s all they have – but they’re also smart enough to keep the good of the past close to them – and let the rest go.
“Real Women” don’t ask permission to think for themselves, and they say exactly what they mean using whatever language they choose.
“Real Women” don’t ask “daddy may I?” or “honey may I?”….but they are caring enough to let both know what’s about to happen.
“Real Women” do indeed evolve to talk about other things, they don’t keep nit-picking the same article a year later…whilst ignoring some pretty incredible work done between visits.
“Real Women” are usually smart enough to know when they’re out-classed…while some tend to remain catty creatures for life. Claws and all.
Nice kitty…