That thought definitely occurred to me, although the context of where the picture is being posted should make such a thought difficult to sustain. Then again, I never did anything but agree that the outfit is incredibly bad, and if in fact she does have a choice about it, one is left wondering what she thinks of it herself.
(I can’t believe I’m about to use this phrase, someone shoot me…) IN MY DAY… clothes were incredibly difficult to find, at least clothes that didn’t make me look like I was my grandmother at a bake sale. The most hideous polyester imaginable, thick and stiff and hot and ugly as shit. Just beyond bad. While all my friends were wearing…shit they were wearing pretty much what the kids today are wearing: low-rider jeans and skimpy little peasant blouses. But again, IN MY DAY (Ack! :eek: ) I was unusual. In my 7th grade class, I think there were maybe… 5 or 10 fat kids, tops. And I was the tallest, because I was 5’8" at 12, so I was like this amazon freak. Sadly, fat kids are a dime a dozen these days. Which may be easier for them psychologically than it was for me, but worse for their health.
All to say, when I go into Lane Bryant today, I am stunned not only by the variety, but by the *styles… * In my whole entire life I would never have been caught dead in a mini-skirt or crop top, and I wonder what fat girls are buying and wearing this stuff, and I find myself torn between imagining girls looking really, really bad and being teased about and thinking…honey! Get a grip! and on the other hand thinking… more power to her. She feels good about herself, she’s comfy - fuck 'em.
Hard to know.
Oh, and I know what started this whole post, was the fact that I got to a point in my life where I disengaged from worrying about what other people thought of my outfit, particularly when it came to things I chose to wear because of the weather. You cannot begin to imagine how miserable it is to feel forced to cover up your flesh for vanity’s sake when you are probably suffering more from the heat to begin with. (That subcutaneous layer that lets me feel comfy on a chilly day is hell on a hot one.) So I understand the shorts - But I was 37 before I decided I didn’t give a fuck anymore, she’s a lot younger than that, I think.
That’s all well and good, St. Stoid, but speaking as a red-blooded male who likes context-appropriate fine female asses, I doubt I’m alone in saying that regardless of how nice an ass it is, that outfit is funny as shit and I would most likely laugh at her in real life as much as I laughed at her picture.
It’s almost completely ridiculous to speculate on why she’s wearing it, since we’ll never know. Yeah, she might be desperately poor, but Occam’s Razor and the horse/zebra hypothesis say she’s wearing it because she likes it. She probably ordered it online for herself.
“Stole her photo?” People are stealing my privacy every day when I go out in public by LOOKING AT ME! The bastards!
Like I said, I don’t think it’s funny. Just dumb. But I’m a very tough audience, too - I don’t laugh at much, which is a drag, actually, because I love to laugh.
You can’t steal a picture of somebody in public. What are you, Amish?
Frankly, I don’t think she’s that unattractive - just incredibly, incredibly poorly dressed. In other words, she’s being mocked for her attire, not her weight. If that matters.
I KNEW IT!! I knew this was coming! I was going to say something about it in my previous post, but I decided not to in the vain hope that you wouldn’t pull this baloney.
I’m a fatty myself, so I know how hard it can be with borrowed or improvised clothing. But if I had no other option than to wear a shirt that said “I’m your upgrade,” I’d wear the damn thing inside out. I’d rather look kind of silly than downright laughable.
There’s no excuse for those shorts.
As I said above, I’m plus-sized, and I get hot really easily. But somehow I’m as comfortable in something like this than I am wearing nothing but underpants. If I do feel slightly warmer wearing a skort than I would wearing short-shorts, its outweighed by far by feeling confident in my (reasonably) flattering and well-fitting clothes.
Wouldn’t say they deserve it, but if you’ve permitted yourself to grow so large that a lawn & leaf bag is your only suitable apparel, I’m not prepared to shed too many tears over that fact.
Nor does my violin emerge from its case for those forced to pay for two airline seats, or who get stuck in turnstiles, or become fused to their upholstery. Humiliating, no doubt, but occurring at the end of a long line of bad decisions.
That wasn’t my contention so much, rather that men are less amused by a pretty girl with a hot body dressing in such a way as to reveal it than happy and excited about it. If the outfit is really off the charts they might be equal parts of both, but the “oo…hot chick” part doesn’t disappear if the dumb outfit shows off her hotitude.
What is the baloney? It’s impossible to believe that this girl wore that shirt reluctantly? You leave the house thinking you look your best all the time? Bully for you if so, but I know I sure don’t. I also don’t expect someone to take a picture of me looking bad and post it on the internet. At least I didn’t used to.
And so what if this girl thinks it’s a fantastic outfit? (She doesn’t - the shirt is ratty and she’s made no other effort, as we know) Does she deserve RIDICULE because most people disagree? Didn’t we work out this mob mentality in middle school?
That’s the part that seems to be sailing past those who want to defend any of this on the basis that “seh asked for it” “she should know better”. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. I don’t care how silly, stupid, ugly or goofy someone appears, ESPECIALLY if they think it looks good… they are not BAD PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO BE HELD UP TO RIDICULE.
Being tasteless, sloppy, goofy, fat, slutty… none of that rises to the level of “bad human being”, so how does it make it ok to be mean? What the fuck?
If they like what they are wearing and they feel good in it, good for them, why not let them feel good? If they feel bad about it and they know they look like shit, why pile on and make it worse? Because your need for entertainment trumps their feelings how?
I have yet to see a good argument for that except “because I’m a dick and I don’t give a fuck about other people’s feelings”, which is only a good argument because it’s honest. Trying to sell the idea that people deserve to be mocked, ridiculed and humiliated because they don’t fit into the general idea of what’s attractive or acceptable is just…gross.
My term for giving men the legal option to decline to be fathers if the mother chooses to have the child when the father doesn’t want her to - can’t make her abort, but I think it’s unfair to make him deal being a parent to a child he would have chosen not to have or give up for adoption.
Argued in great depth ten years ago, and again in slightly less depth sometime in the past couple of years, I can’t remember exactly, I just remember someone else brought it up.
Your’e certainly entitled, and I assume that you feel exactly the same way about anorexics who starve to death and bulimics with rotted teeth and cancer of the larynx - end of a long line of bad decisions.
