The Fear of Fat

Nearly everyone will tell us that fat is bad. From highly trained medical professionals to friends and relatives, we hear accusations and intimations of laziness, gluttony, poor health, and irresponsibility. Fat is an… Read More →

Big Girls Don’t Shop

I fucking hate shopping. I hate it more than ever now that I’m a large woman, but even as a slender young lady (HAHAHAHAHA…I said “lady”), I never enjoyed it. Why? Because I… Read More →

It’s Been One of Those [insert time frame] and Our Friends Kept Us Alive

I haven’t died/run away/gone blind. I’m just tired, and unmotivated, and trying to fight of The Big Dark while the real dark of winter creeps in. I’m not alone, so it seems. Lots… Read More →

Bloggers for Movember – Official Kickoff!

Bloggers for Movember – Official Kickoff!. I reblogged this, then erased it because my brain stopped working for some reason. So here it is again. Movember. Moustaches. Prostates. Mental Health. Rectal exams. What’s… Read More →

I’m Going to Die

Some people call me a space cadet Some call me an angster in life. Some people call me Mama (whooooo whiiiiir). And they’re all right. Currently, I’m a raging hypochondriac. By currently, I mean… Read More →

Nike says “Lance Armstrong bad. Sweat Shops Okey Dokey”.

Nike, the shoe company virtually synonymous with “sweat shop”, is dumping Lance Armstong because of the recent controversy over Armstrong’s alleged drug use. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, NIKE!!?? How, in any possible… Read More →

Breaking up with Awesome.

I can be a bit of a grammar snob, but I’m not a saint. I take pride in my command of the English language, yet I’m no stranger to tpyos, spellcheck, and ellipsis overuse… Sentence… Read More →

Holy Crudblasters!

At some point, probably during a hubristic rant, or a coffee fuelled hallucination, or possibly when I was knee deep in potty training (not me, I’m still in diapers), I quietly rolled past 200 subscribowers! Zingeriffic misshapen bananas!… Read More →

Is 35 Too Young to Have a Midlife Crisis?

35 years of age may or may not be mid life. I’m not psychic. Maybe it’s my 1/3 life crisis, or even a quarter life crisis. In which case, I have lots of… Read More →