While I don’t write as often as I would like to – it seems to be that I dig up my every once in a while after finding something that truly sits in my craw. This time? This time I blame the Instagram “20 Beautiful Women Challenge” for my rant.
I’m assuming most of you are aware of the ever-popular vegan joke, explaining that you’ll know a vegan when you meet one – because they won’t shut up about it. Well, I have found a social situation vaguely similar to the dietary habits of the animal-loving crazies…
People who, as a collective group, think they’re nice.
Ah, the ever glamorous cheesesteak. While I personally prefer the buffalo chicken option (of basically everything), I finally caved and decided to try the wonderful combo of cheese, steak, onions, and grease on a roll outside of its natural habitat.
And I will never do it again.
For those of you who do not know me, I am tall. We’re not talking Destinee Hooker* tall, but I’m really not too far behind. Funny thing is, I’ve never thought of myself as tall. I’ve always assumed myself to be average and everyone else was just a bit shorter.
Until I put on heels, that is. Then I’m not “taller,” I’m more fabulous.
This. This puts me over the edge. Why people decide to go out in public wearing clothes that do not fit them correctly is just mind-boggling. I understand how some people wish to be trendy and try to pull of certain styles not designed for them, but there is a reason those clothes don’t fit.
For example, if you go out in public, thinking you look great, and you catch people looking like this when you walk by:
Then you might just need a new outfit – aka you might be lucky enough for things just not to match on that particular day. But if you walk by and people are looking at you like this:
You really should consider finding clothes a size… or three… bigger.