While trolling for filth on the internet, as I’m wont to do, I found the photo above and chuckled. It feels about right… And I like that one of the XL shelves has been knocked askew, presumably by a mob of stout ‘n’ sturdy ladies whipped into a frenzy by the promise of a $4.66 swimsuit.
I thought it would be perfect for the Facebook page, and began the process of sharing. Then I stopped. Something occurred to me, and I slammed on the brakes. No way I’m posting that photo at Facebook. No freaking way. And I’m wondering if you guys can figure out the reason why.
Tonight, when I get home from work, I’ll add a short paragraph to this update, explaining my thoughts on the matter. And in the meantime… please see if you can figure it out. Post your guesses in the comments.
Not sure if anyone noticed, but I didn’t publish a Wednesday Name Game this week. I had one written and ready to go (Karen), but thought to myself… “Nobody gives a crap about this.” So, I deleted it.
I think I’m going to shitcan the idea. Unless you guys can convince me otherwise. Is it worth saving? Or should we just let it go? It started out strong, and has withered down to a quivering husk of sadness. But maybe there’s some way to improve it?
If you have any thoughts on the Name Game, please share ‘em. If not, it’ll be laid to rest in the huge, sprawling Cemetery of Bad Ideas (Jeff Kay annex).
Speaking of trolling for filth… A co-worker sent me this link a couple of days ago, and it’s a thing of beauty. There are many great quotes, but this is one of my favorites:
The competition, she says, is about body positivity. “If anyone makes fun of the contestants or thinks this is some sort of shaming fest, we kick them out,” she says firmly. “It’s a celebration of guys with tiny penises.”
Be sure to read the whole thing, because there’s a genuine WTF? moment following this quote:
“It was a good event up until now!” one woman yells.
A true classic.
And I need to call it a week, my friends. It’s like October up here, which I love. But I need to go work, which I don’t love. Oh well.
I’ll see you guys on Monday.
Have a great weekend!
As promised, the reason I decided not to post the above photo on Facebook: because people would look at all those XLs missing from the bathing suit display, and reflexively comment “‘Murica.” And God, how I hate that.