I feel as though I missed out on something crucial when I allowed the nineties to pass without completing one Glamour Shots photo session. How is that even possible? I love a good feather boa and/or leather gloves. I spent a significant portion of my teen years and early twenties backstage with dancers and drag queens.
I am so ashamed.
Moving on! I just needed to get that off my chest. It’s been burdensome for quite some time.
Second order of business: why hasn’t anyone marketed dart boards of Boehner/Cruz/Cantor, yet? Really. I want one. Perhaps toilet paper with their faces printed on the sheets? I’d like the box set.
To go along with the Boehner/Cruz/Cantor ass-wiping, let’s add The Today Show on to that list. Why, you ask? Well, as people aren’t getting paid, WIC checks aren’t going out, and the lines between the rich and the poor are as far apart as they have been in decades, they’re showcasing the Neiman Marcus Christmas Catalog, featuring a falconry kit for a mere $150K. They then showed the smaller, “more affordable” gifts from the catalog, featuring a $50 box of cookies. What the fuck? I make amazing, organic cookies (I’m not modest about my baking–or sexual prowess– I’ve been doing it since I was a young girl–baking, not doing it.) I can tell you, homemade cookies are much more special, they taste better, and they don’t cost fifty friggen dollars. The sybaritic lifestyles that the show was so flagrantly displaying, and being a proponent for, explains much as to why the show has lost much of its popularity.
“Sorry, everyone who is *not* us, we don’t really give a damn about you. Let us show you a stationary bike-cum-art piece for the low, low price of your average Hyundai.
(they did mention it won’t get you anywhere, though it is still apparently a must-buy)
Unfortunately, the overwhelming sense of entitlement of the wealthiest Americans has only grown since the Government shutdown. The saddest showing of this, is perhaps, this picture.
I’ve seen it in my FB feed, my twitter feed, and especially in and around the fitblogging community. I can’t imagine how condescending you have to be to post something like this. How little must you respect others to make this sort of fitspo bullshit? Sorry, single mothers of four who need to work two jobs and whose son has autism, you have only yourself to blame for your less-than-perfect abs.
Because, obviously, you should look like the above-pictured delusional narcissist. **I’d be nice if she didn’t release a non-apology essentially telling fatties to shut it.**
For frank’s sake, why can’t people just respect one another and think the best of them? Why is so much of everything in the fitblogging community about judgement, restriction, and shaming?
I love running, and I love lifting weights and Crossfit, but I also love sugar and wine. I understand that you may live at the gym and then return home to eat steamed kale and kabocha squash egg-white omelets, but not everyone wants to do that or can do that. I am so grateful for bloggers like the Miz and others who don’t judge me for my penchant for sugar or need to read. (yeah, I sometimes skip workouts for books, what of it?)
Let’s just lay off the judging of others and lay on the judging of the not-real people, aka congress.
The only fitspo I want to see is that of Paul Ryan in the congressional gym, shirtless and sweating…because in spite of the government shutdown, THEY STILL GET THEIR GYM. I’m not kidding, the WIC checks have to wait, but Paul’s pecs wait for no shutdown.
Now, I’m going to go attempt to move my immovable knee on my PT’s stationary bike-cum-stationary bike. (sorry, for my lack of perfect body! Clearly, my injury is no excuse for my lack of definition or pricey sports bra! I’ll just rub some dirt on it.) I’ll be back later with a chestnut-chocolate cake recipe.
Yeah. SUGAR. (no gluten, though!)