Whenever anybody tells you something about themselves, respond with an incredulous, “In this economy?”
I would never, ever call someone who I was friends with (who also happened to be overweight) my “fat friend”. I’m also a very motivational person, and I’d still NEVER say that. Calling someone fat is never ok, I don’t care if you’re their friends, family, or if you were 450 lbs at some point in your life. It’s just not ok, simple as that.
I wasn’t trying to be the mean anon, or the shitty person that popped onto your blog for a minute, I was trying to knock some sense into you for a second.
“My fat friends”. If you were my friend and you said that about me, I’d charlie horse the shit out of your leg.
I just cracked up so hard. However when le man said he was going to cook last night I will not confirm or deny that I told him it would get him major brownie points…the wink wink kind.
Can’t believe no one has mentioned how beyond sexist this is yet…
Because a woman’s world revolves around shopping, child bearing, cooking, and doing household chores. This is actually kind of disgusting.
Maurice Sendak, widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, author of Splendid Nightmares, Where the Wild Things Are, In the Night Kitchen died at 83. RIP Maurice.