Currently: music industry on a team with 5 other entry level employees. I am the oldest one at 26.
Previously: small events business and we shared an office building with a bunch of startups + lawyers which equated to a whole lotta men under the age of 40.
It’s taking a lot of self-control not to send this to my ex. He flat out refused to watch rom-coms with me but yet expected me to sit through hours of Mystery Science Theater 3000. (NERD ALERT) I’m not saying it’s the only reason we broke up but did it contribute? Absofuckinglutely.
I was totally going along with what you’re saying (it is indeed a painful process, the struggle is REAL) up until that last point: with that, you’re kind of missing the point. As a curvier girl, I have absolutely no problem if you aren’t attracted to fat girls – I’ll cut you all the slack you want. I mean, come on. I have my preferences too because I am a human. For example: I think the redheaded dude from Harry Potter is the sexiest.
The issue presented here is that men are often subtly + repeatedly told by their friends and peers that if their preference does lean on the curvier side, it’s wrong, hilarious & something that must be defended with a quip about evolutionary logic (simply refer to the above comments from postgradmydickbitch & TheDude). For us “fat girls” it can be disheartening to know we have to add this hurdle to the already painful process of modern dating. The episode of Louie and by extension this article was simply bringing light to this fact + starting a dialogue. With this particular conversation, no one is trying to beat you over the head with “fat acceptance” so you can put that one to rest.
I wish I could give you a high-five and buy you a friendly beer for this one, Knox. Like for real on point.
I was “best friends” with a dude for a solid 4 years and it blew up in our stupid, delusional faces. Men + women cannot and should not ever be “best friends” if one party has absolutely no intention of ever making it legit. It is ultimately a shit show.
The preparation routine + small glimmer of hope that the dude is actually going to be rad / not a disaster is, like, 90% of the fun of going on a first date.
I realized this week that my most successful interaction with a male human in months was making prolonged eye contact with the company insurance rep at 9:30am. Next level, indeed.
Knox. The fact that you hate Charlotte with such reckless abandon has literally made my entire fucking week. As a woman who owns the entire series on DVD I say: Well done, bro. Nailed it.
The correct way to make buffalo chicken dip: Crock Pot. Some frozen chicken, half a bottle of ranch, Franks hot sauce, block of cream cheese. Cook on high for, like, a few hours and then shred, shred, shred. The chicken, I mean. GTFO with shredded cheese on top. You’re welcome.
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I’m still in recovery mode from the annual 4th of July houseboat trip to Cumberland. Good God.
Currently: music industry on a team with 5 other entry level employees. I am the oldest one at 26.
Previously: small events business and we shared an office building with a bunch of startups + lawyers which equated to a whole lotta men under the age of 40.
You mean his blatant disregard?
It’s taking a lot of self-control not to send this to my ex. He flat out refused to watch rom-coms with me but yet expected me to sit through hours of Mystery Science Theater 3000. (NERD ALERT) I’m not saying it’s the only reason we broke up but did it contribute? Absofuckinglutely.
This is excellent, JayTas. Props for dedicating an entire section to blink182 lyrics. They get it. The 20-something realness.
I was totally going along with what you’re saying (it is indeed a painful process, the struggle is REAL) up until that last point: with that, you’re kind of missing the point. As a curvier girl, I have absolutely no problem if you aren’t attracted to fat girls – I’ll cut you all the slack you want. I mean, come on. I have my preferences too because I am a human. For example: I think the redheaded dude from Harry Potter is the sexiest.
The issue presented here is that men are often subtly + repeatedly told by their friends and peers that if their preference does lean on the curvier side, it’s wrong, hilarious & something that must be defended with a quip about evolutionary logic (simply refer to the above comments from postgradmydickbitch & TheDude). For us “fat girls” it can be disheartening to know we have to add this hurdle to the already painful process of modern dating. The episode of Louie and by extension this article was simply bringing light to this fact + starting a dialogue. With this particular conversation, no one is trying to beat you over the head with “fat acceptance” so you can put that one to rest.
You’re a national treasure, Dude.
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Just reading the name JD McCoy made my blood boil. JD McDouche.
But beyond that, great list. Long live Lucille Bluth.
“Get me a vodka rocks.”
Mom, it’s breakfast.
“…and a piece of toast.”
Breakfast of Champions.
I wish I could give you a high-five and buy you a friendly beer for this one, Knox. Like for real on point.
I was “best friends” with a dude for a solid 4 years and it blew up in our stupid, delusional faces. Men + women cannot and should not ever be “best friends” if one party has absolutely no intention of ever making it legit. It is ultimately a shit show.
The preparation routine + small glimmer of hope that the dude is actually going to be rad / not a disaster is, like, 90% of the fun of going on a first date.
I realized this week that my most successful interaction with a male human in months was making prolonged eye contact with the company insurance rep at 9:30am. Next level, indeed.
Knox. The fact that you hate Charlotte with such reckless abandon has literally made my entire fucking week. As a woman who owns the entire series on DVD I say: Well done, bro. Nailed it.
Marry me.
The correct way to make buffalo chicken dip: Crock Pot. Some frozen chicken, half a bottle of ranch, Franks hot sauce, block of cream cheese. Cook on high for, like, a few hours and then shred, shred, shred. The chicken, I mean. GTFO with shredded cheese on top. You’re welcome.