I wander around all day coming up with things to blog about and then, when I am actually here, I forget everything. I bought a little book to write my ideas in, but I keep forgetting that I have it.
I found myself watching House of Carters the other night because it was sandwiched between episodes of Dr 90210 and well, since I don't have cable of my own, when I do have it available, I like to indulge in a little E! I was appalled at the behavior of the Carter family. Especially Aaron who, sadly, acted a lot like my brother. Maybe it's an 18 yr old thing. Maybe they are both just assholes sometimes. I was thinking, too, that it may have something to do with proving manhood at an age where you want to be an adult, but everyone still treats you like a kid. Now, I am not a Backstreet Boys fan, so I don't know the story of the apparently rather disfunctional Carters. What I did find myself wondering, after watching one of the sisters bad mouth, then break up with, then miss terribly, her boyfriend, is; when did it suddenly become acceptable to act like an ass because your childhood was crappy? I don't know anyone who had it picture perfect. Some were worse than others. But it seems to me, that instead of saying "I act like this because it's what I grew up with" you can say "I don't act that way because I saw how ugly it is". Sure, there are scars. There are emotional issues. And we will all have our breakdowns once in awhile. But I think it's past time for people to start taking responsibility for who they are. I don't think we have to be products of our childhoods. I think we can be whomever we make ourselves to be.
Speaking of Dr 90210, I am amazed at the way California is portrayed on TV. It looks so upscale and cosmopoliton. It looks as if everyone here is skinny and dreams of having bigger boobs because they will make them happier/help them make more money. Truth is, California is just another place. Sure, it's lovely, and there are a lot of tan people with fake boobs running around. But we have our poor sections. We have our middle class. Heck, they showed Oceanside and I didn't even recognize it! But if watching that show taught me anything, it's that plastic surgery is rather violent because they have to force your body to do things it wasn't built to do and, if you have ever seen a breast without a nipple, just a hole, then perhaps you would think that implants are a little scary too. Now, I am the first to say that if you have some sort of disfigurement by defect or accident, then plastic surgery is a wonderful thing if it helps you live a normal life, but I don't consider being flat chested a life hindrance. I am finding more and more that society's veiw of beauty is skewed. The news reports I read say that we find beauty in the familiar. And sadly, what has become familiar are fatless women with DD boobs. Or just Fatless women. And men with overdeveloped gleuts, pectorals, calves. I saw a picture of TO the other day without his shirt and found him to be almost insectile in his formation. I would imagine he would be like snuggling a board.
I am not advocating a "Fat America". But neither do I think that there is one set body type. Some people and natrually thin and fatless. Others can eat all the healthy food in the world and still be a bit fluffy. The average American doen't have a personal Trainer and Personal Chef to see to their needs.
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I don't think I would want a trainer, but a personal chef would be very nice.
My wife eats like a cow, and she's a skinny little ball of hotness. I eat healthy, and I look like a cow.
There's no fairness in the world.
I've stopped looking at people and judging them by their size. As long as they dress for their size (i.e., no fat women in tube tops, no men with their shirts hanging out), I just don't care. There are more important things to worry about than the effect of the planet's gravity on one's body.
CLARIFICATION: I'm not saying my wife is a cow. She just eats everything in sight and never gains an ounce. It's remarkable, really...like some kind of twisted superpower.
I had a trainer once. he didn't understand that when I say i have reached my limit, I have already pushed beyond comfort. I couldn't lift my arms the next day. I like to cook, but a housekeeper would be lovely!
Rich, you don't look like a cow!! And you did mention that your wife is a skinny little ball of hotness. I don't judge people for thier size either, goodness knows, that could be me. But I have to admit, sometimes it's tempting to switch nonfat for whole milk at work...I'd never do it though.
I saw the Carter show last night! Agh, it goes to show that money can't buy class.
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