“They didn’t build this shit with fat people in mind” she sighed as she wriggled her way out of the just slightly too tight space behind the register.
“But you’re not fat, don’t say that,” he responded.
Tell that to the hips that got caught in a turnstile yesterday and everyday that she forgets to turn sideways. Tell that to the stores that stop at size 12 (or size 10 if she wanted to look her age). Tell that to the small woman rolling her eyes beside me on the subway as my booty spills over into her seat. Tell that to the holes my inner thighs have rubbed into every pair of jeans I own. Tell that to the rolls on my back & the crevices in my ass.
Tell that to the silence at the end of your sentence that should say “because fat people are ugly, because…
Sick. I’ve got a damn cold, and I’m not happy about it AT ALL.
So, I’m at home, slurping sugary drinks and making a moderate-sized used-tissue mountain next to my bed. I suppose its the price to pay for hanging around a bunch of liberals in NYC all day.
I just got back from making a pharmacy run to collect some OTC cold chemicals. While there I bought a pair of pajama jeans.
THATS RIGHT HATERS, I BOUGHT PAJAMA JEANS. I don’t care what y’all bitches say, these things are fucking awesome. THEY LOOK LIKE JEANS!! BUT THEY FEEL LIKE PAJAMAS!! You can bet I will be wearing these bad britches to work, yo.
If I survive this cold, that is. DID YOU EVER SEE CONTAGION?
Its really hard to make protest posters. You have such a finite space into which to condense complex ideas with the added constraint of making your text visible from a distance. I think I did a pretty decent job, considering. I wanted to point out that much of the talk of “shared sacrifice” we hear so often is directed towards the middle and lower classes. The upper classes haven’t been asked to sacrifice anything. If I had more room on that poster I would have listed just what it is I think the upper class needs to sacrifice so that our national “austerity” plan is truly shared: