a few things
Jul. 9th, 2004 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gmonkey42I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday. Like a lot of people, it made me cry. That is the first time ever in my life that I've cried at a movie, including when I was about 7 and Bambi's mum died. Probably everyone who's reading this already knows that everyone needs to see it. So I urge you not only to see it but to drag along some apathetic, non-voting twentysomething - I'm dragging my brother - to see it. (They don't really have to be in their twenties.)
I've decided I will go to Lake Tahoe with my parents. I want to go. I talked with them on the phone last night. Unprompted by anything, my dad said he'd stop making fun of me for not keeping my house tidy. And I tried to convince my mum that I don't like it when she tries to do everything for me. I told her it was the same as when Grandma says to Mum "don't worry, Norman [my dad] will do it for you." I think she understood but we've had this conversation before. I don't know how many times I've said to her "if you have to preface something with 'now, don't get mad at me,' then just don't say it! Because I will get mad!"
I made marinara sauce from scratch but it took half the night and I was too tired to eat it by the time it was done. So it's in the frige. I'll have pasta for dinner tonight. It smelled good, anyway. There are still a ton of free tomatoes in the break room. I should've taken more.
If only there were free chocolate.
I ordered a bra on sale from Victoria's Secret and I have to return it because it doesn't fit. You know what bugs me? How people go on about how it's such a huge problem for women that a lot of us buy the wrong size bra and don't know it. As if being concerned about that makes them advocates of women's issues. How about sexist advertizing that objectifies women? That's a problem. Getting the wrong size bra isn't a problem. I don't really understand how the claims can be true. Is it like with shoes: do a lot of women think it's supposed to be uncomfortable and just accept it? I'm usually one size but sometimes I'll buy a bra that size and it doesn't fit. Like this one. So I return it. How stupid do they think women are that we'd go 'well, it's too tight and it makes my shoulder a little numb but this is my size so I'd better buy it,'?
One time this whole thing particularly pissed me off was when I was buying some bras in a department store. I went to pay for them and the (elderly) clerk (elderly being relevant because it's harder to get mad at old people in public, you know?) asked whom they were for (my mum was there too). I said they were for me. The clerk gave me this patronizing look and said they were the wrong size. I said they weren't, that they fit and I was always this size (and I am almost all the time). She said I needed a smaller size for the... uh, numerical bit. For the chest circumference. Whatever that's called. She said if I got a smaller one then I wouldn't have the bra riding up all the time and I wouldn't be going around pulling it down all day. At this point, my mum and I were just a bit astonished at her rudeness and I said my bras didn't ride up; they fit. I've never, ever had to pull them down. But she came around to my side of the counter and before I could do anything, wrapped a tape measure around my torso, at about the bottom of my ribcage, and said "see? you're only 34 inches (or whatever the number was)" Yeah, OK, except people don't generally wear their bras half way down to their waists. I should've walked out of the store at that point but I wanted those bras so I said I'd get them anyway and I paid and left. But the whole thing made me furious.
I've decided I will go to Lake Tahoe with my parents. I want to go. I talked with them on the phone last night. Unprompted by anything, my dad said he'd stop making fun of me for not keeping my house tidy. And I tried to convince my mum that I don't like it when she tries to do everything for me. I told her it was the same as when Grandma says to Mum "don't worry, Norman [my dad] will do it for you." I think she understood but we've had this conversation before. I don't know how many times I've said to her "if you have to preface something with 'now, don't get mad at me,' then just don't say it! Because I will get mad!"
I made marinara sauce from scratch but it took half the night and I was too tired to eat it by the time it was done. So it's in the frige. I'll have pasta for dinner tonight. It smelled good, anyway. There are still a ton of free tomatoes in the break room. I should've taken more.
If only there were free chocolate.
I ordered a bra on sale from Victoria's Secret and I have to return it because it doesn't fit. You know what bugs me? How people go on about how it's such a huge problem for women that a lot of us buy the wrong size bra and don't know it. As if being concerned about that makes them advocates of women's issues. How about sexist advertizing that objectifies women? That's a problem. Getting the wrong size bra isn't a problem. I don't really understand how the claims can be true. Is it like with shoes: do a lot of women think it's supposed to be uncomfortable and just accept it? I'm usually one size but sometimes I'll buy a bra that size and it doesn't fit. Like this one. So I return it. How stupid do they think women are that we'd go 'well, it's too tight and it makes my shoulder a little numb but this is my size so I'd better buy it,'?
One time this whole thing particularly pissed me off was when I was buying some bras in a department store. I went to pay for them and the (elderly) clerk (elderly being relevant because it's harder to get mad at old people in public, you know?) asked whom they were for (my mum was there too). I said they were for me. The clerk gave me this patronizing look and said they were the wrong size. I said they weren't, that they fit and I was always this size (and I am almost all the time). She said I needed a smaller size for the... uh, numerical bit. For the chest circumference. Whatever that's called. She said if I got a smaller one then I wouldn't have the bra riding up all the time and I wouldn't be going around pulling it down all day. At this point, my mum and I were just a bit astonished at her rudeness and I said my bras didn't ride up; they fit. I've never, ever had to pull them down. But she came around to my side of the counter and before I could do anything, wrapped a tape measure around my torso, at about the bottom of my ribcage, and said "see? you're only 34 inches (or whatever the number was)" Yeah, OK, except people don't generally wear their bras half way down to their waists. I should've walked out of the store at that point but I wanted those bras so I said I'd get them anyway and I paid and left. But the whole thing made me furious.
