Oh. My. God. Becky, look

Oh. My. God. Becky, look at her butt....

There is something I'd like to say: Just because they make it in your size doesn't mean it's okay to wear it!

Low rise/hip hugger jeans are NOT for everyone. If you can't get the jeans over your stomach, then DO NOT wear them!
While at the Empire Cafe tonight, I saw a chick with a cropped tee and low-rise jeans sitting on the edge of her chair and her entire pasty white back and rolls of fat were staring at me. When she got up I realized why she was sitting on the edge of the chair; her stomach hung OVER her pants.
She was surrounded by friends and I wondered why no one told her how bad she looked. I'm definitely not no skinny chick but I cover my shit up and so should she!
Anyway, this really isn't about that poor girl. This is about why we as a society are so fat. Houston is one of the fattest cities in the nation and it's no wonder based on what I was served at the Empire Cafe.
We went there for dessert after having Greek food at my favorite place, Niko Niko's. I ordered a slice of the French chocolate cake and almost fell on the floor when she handed me this huge plate decorated with swirls of chocolate icing and a HUMONGOUS wedge of a 4 layer cake. I swear that sucker weighed 2 pounds! I didn't even eat half of it. I also ordered a cafe mocha expecting a little cup of coffee or even a largish mug but I got a tall glass of hot coffee!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Food is good. Food is REAL good but why are we ostracized for being fat when portions are bigger than the plate sometimes?

Anyhoo....I noticed something kinda cool at the cafe tonight.
There was this young dude, very nicely dressed and pretty cute sitting alone at a table lit by a small candle. He was drinking a glass of red wine and...writing in his leather journal.
I loved that! I dig people who write in paper journals, especially in public. I have this nearly uncontrollable urge to read what they are writing. I just want to know what they write about. Is it their feelings? Is it poetry or prose? Is it just a rundown of their day? I want to know!

So this friend I went to dinner with is pretty liberal and we rarely talk about politics but tonight Michael Moore came up in our convo. I can barely control my hatred of this fat, lying mother fucker but when I said something about how stupid he is, I noticed this look on her face, almost a wince and I knew...my friend likes Michael Moore.
Damn! I stopped and said, "Uh oh. You dig this guy huh?" She laughed and said, "Well kind of." Then she went on to tell me how cool she thought it was when he blasted the President during his Oscar acceptance speech.
I held up my hand immediately and said, "We need to change the subject now if we want to remain friends."
Ok so politics is off limits. Surely there are other things to talk about, right?

Posted by De at June 14, 2003 01:19 AM