I'm an avid lindy hopper and I would just love to wear Glass while dancing. I bet the first person video would be really cool to watch. I've seen some dancers wear cameras while dancing, but they always look so awkward, but this looks like it would be pretty seamless and relatively out of the way.

I have no idea. Maybe it's because rednecks prefer "thicker" women and MILFs tend to be curvier than non-MILF porn stars? That's the only thing I can think of.

Rihanna and her crew were serving sooooo much bitch face the other night. I loved it when the camera went to them.

"Right now you're probably surrounded by people into MILF massage."

Aerials aren't essential to lindy hop. Most lindy hoppers actually do not know how to do them and they're a horrible/dangerous faux pas on the social dance floor. Like popping air on the dance floor can get you thrown out of a lot of events. They're only acceptable in situations like jam circles and competitions,…

I mentioned it to someone else, but I've noticed a decline of fedoras among my local swing community over the past few years, and a rise of newsboy caps in their place. You know, these:

He's wearing a whicker, intended-for-casual-wear fedora, which does much to negate potential doucheiness.

Are you a lindy hopper? I've noticed a decline of fedoras when I go dancing and a rise of these hats in their place:

Sometimes, yeah, but they also are drawn as being straight-up sexy. Why can't us larger girls have that too? With Hilda, I always feel like the joke is first, and the sexy comes second.

Oh wow, someone who actually looks like me! (I'm very in between sizes, so sometimes I feel left out of the sexiness...)

I saw these a long while back and as someone who has a body that looks a lot like Hilda's, I've always felt just a little offended, like us larger girls are somehow sloppier and clumsier than our skinnier counterparts.

And I thought that I bought that sweet $20 Coach bag that I found in a thrift shop for just little ol' me. It must be a subconscious defense of my imaginary boyfriend.

Argh, men are dumbfucks. Like we had talked quite a bit before ever going out. He knew exactly the kind of liberal girl that I am and he also knew that I was a virgin. He's the one that initiated the sex. His issues are all clearly his own and I am just so done with his silliness.

I feel like everyone knows that sort of guy.

Yeah, it really is kind of creepy. It would have been one thing if this was a guy that I had been in a long-term, emotionally invested relationship. Then emotional issues would have made sense. But no, this was a guy I had been on one date with, thought was attractive, and I just really wanted to lose the v-card so…

I've lost pretty much all interest in guys who don't swing dance. Lindy hop is a big part of my life and I really have little to talk about outside of swing, sewing, and nerdy shit.

The following exchange on facebook chat:

My culotte swimsuit that I made the other week is far more fabulous. No thigh chafing FTW.

Some of us are geeks that are also seamstresses and fucking love fashion and doing vintage hair. Being fashionable with great hair doesn't mean that you're a fake geek. It means that you have much better cosplay.

Shaved it all down there. Wasn't worth it.