Gitano.

Remember those little Toyota trucks that were so popular in the early 90s? Every third kid in my high school had one. I wish they’d start making those again.

I still get that jingle stuck in my head now and then. I used some of the products as late as 1997.

Hulu is the shit.

I’d rather chew tinfoil while shaving my head with a cheese grater than watch a musical sitcom.

I love Jeremy Sisto more than bacon, but fell asleep during episode 2.

“I thought all English people were fancy. These are like, Alabama English people.”

I look my cat in the eyes and tell her “I love you, fatty.” And she feels like a queen when I do it.

I guess it depends on the kid, but that it’s pretty difficult to determine if your kid is going to believe you and become insufferable, internalize that appearance is the only measure of worth and become damaged, or know your’re full of shit and love you that much more for caring enough to lie.

While I wouldn’t turn down the money that often goes with celebrity, it looks a lot less fun today than pre-internet, TMZ, social media, etc.. Can you imagine the shit Marilyn Monroe would be subjected to today? (Not saying she wasn’t subjected to shit, but I think it would be even worse in this day and age.)

Attention paid to someone we hadn’t paid attention to for awhile.

Maybe if her face is “salvageable” and depending on what profession she’s in. For me, botox would be the reverse of gilding the lily. And when I look around at the other women in my profession, including those in the highest positions, I’m actually on the attractive end. At least I chose my profession well.

I actually went a’ Googling because I saw the deep grooves there and figured there had to be a name for them.

The real joy is being told “you need to work on your self-esteem” when I acknowledge that my society holds me in low esteem. Good luck trying to explain to people that you value yourself while knowing you aren’t valued by those around you. It doesn’t compute.

I’m sure I’ve always done it informally, but lately all my important decision making is strict cost/benefit analysis. And you’re totally right - if the benefit doesn’t merit the cost, fuck it.

People never believe me when I claim there are a few benefits to being plain. This is one. The others are you’re less likely to be harassed and when middle age hits, you (hopefully) already have a self image that’s not based on your appearance.

I tried a couple ways of apologizing for sounding so strident but none worked. If you have value to society based on your looks, than by all means work to maintain that value if you choose. I never had the option, so my work is maintaining self-value in a society that holds me in low regard.

And the issue was aging in a society that cannot wait to toss me in a dumpster at the first sign of decline.

GTFO with your reading what actually happened. Your kind isn’t welcome here.

People who haven’t seen it and don’t want spoilers should know better than to read a blog post about it.