Just add: “We are sorry if anyone was offended....” and you’re good to go.

Absolutely.. it seems like something a depressed teenager would put up. Not a grown ass woman in an office.

Right? At my desk I have a picture of a gorgeous unicorn that says “I wish I were a unicorn so I could stab idiots with my head”.

I’m sure there are a lot of different reasons, but one might be body shape. Not every body gains weight on their hips and chest (like “plus size” models). So for people who gain all their weight on their midsection, sometimes it’s either be “overweight” or “thin”, there’s no curvy in between.

I think it’s class based. Eating a healthy diet and going to the gym regularly is not 100% accessible. People on the lower economic rungs end up eating a lot of easily and cheaply acquired food and drink. I live in Canada, in a province with a huge Aboriginal population, with numerous reservations. For companies, it’s…

ALL THE NO’S!!! I just looked at their website and that shit is like the bastard love child of Arden B. and Vera Bradley. I’m gagging.

This is my own personal theory, but I’ll give it a whirl (white Protestant woman here; from a poor background but the generations before had lots of dough). I think there is a rich WASP thing that says “we rule the world and we deserve to rule the world because we DO NOT GIVE IN TO OUR BASER DESIRES (because we have…

Allow me to craft their statement for them:

Honestly, I think it’s a combination of everything you’ve just named: media, TV, community, fearmongering about health / “one way” to be healthy, and patriarchal “values.” In contemporary psychology, there’s a term for it — “normative discontent.” It’s normal to feel dissatisfied with your body. It’s also weird…

I will edit for brevity and get it up on CafeZazz or whatever the kids are using these days to sell slogans on shirts. Will pass along linkage when ready. Also, I’m very behind on the promised “OFFICIAL MEMBER of Guacamole Safety Council” emblem design for the T-shirts I swore I’d make on Kitchenette. I’m working on…

I am that cat. That cat is me.

I imagine at the end of this buffet table is a trash can where they can deposit their full plates.

That’s because we aren’t filled with self-loathing and disordered thinking about food.

I can think of 56 things right now that would taste better than skinny feels, starting with sharing this pizza with this BAMF kitteh.

I will say yes to this food. I will so no to their clothes. Just like before.

“ Of course this particular brand, which is all about status and rich white women, would be fat-shaming. “

I may be a “carb face,” but at least I don’t design day-glo acid trip reject fabric sacks.

Is $9 expensive for a drink? And I’m pretty sure last time I paid $6 for cover it was still the 90s. I thought NYC would be more expensive than my mini city.

I’m confused because I thought most of us lie about rapes just because we enjoy the attention and/or payback against men who spurned us. Is there no end to the wonderful things we get by lying about rape?

Couldn’t finish reading had a rage stroke