Hi y’all! Happy Monday! Don’t you hate people who say “Happy Monday”? I do, but I’m all hopped up on painkillers and peanut brittle (peanut brittle is self-explanatory; painkillers because my quads are killing me. Combination of going to three services on Sunday –that’s a lot of kneeling– and dancing on the platforms at Oilcan Harry’s until 2 in the morning. Man, talk about a problem only an Episcopalian would have. “Did I hurt myself with all that prayer, or was it dancing at a gay disco in five-inch heels?”) so I don’t care.
Got a few comments from Concerned Reader Sarah regarding my controversial Novelty Socks Big Question. Now we at the Big Girl blog aren’t afraid of a little dissension among the ranks, and in the almost unfathomably unlikely event of me actually being wrong, I’d be glad to admit it. So I thought I’d give Sarah a chance to vent her considerable spleen, and see if perhaps I’m in the minority here.
“Why do we have to explain ourselves to you?”
You don’t have to. Maybe we should ask the author why she feels it’s necessary to judge a woman by her outside appearance. Shallow much?
I live in a small community and work in the medical field. Please explain to me where “chic” dressing fits in. My big outing to the local Wal-Mart? Give me a break.
It’s been my experience that people compensate on the outside for what they don’t have on the inside.
Being a full-time mother and/or being strapped for cash is a VALID excuse for not dressing up to “expectation.” Fashion is a frivolous thing, a playtime for people with money and extra time on their hands – not for real people who work for a living and are striving to raise families.
“why don’t you want to be and look fabulous?”
Because I don’t want to. End of story. I don’t really care what you think.
Was I way off base? Is this how most of you feel? Let me have it, big girls!