I guess my ovaries have not shrunk to the size where my brain has turned to dust like SOME of my gal pals. Not that they aren’t entitled to their opinion but for the love of Gawd, some of the things that are said make me run screaming into the night!
With an election that is being dragged through the states as slow as, well as the Democratic Presidential election, things are bound to be said but the Hillary bashing—from a bunch of old broads who have and who HAVE had bellies and butts and sagging flesh— doesn’t seem right.
I mean, there are lost of reasons NOT to vote for her but the size of her ass? Are you effing kidding me?
Maybe Hillary isn’t obsessive about her size and that causes my friends to worry. She’s got time to think about what needs to be done and come up with ways to accomplish those goals because she’s not spending all her time thinking about her weight and exercising to the exclusion of everything else in her life. She’s not obsessing about how many calories are in everything she eats and maybe she doesn’t meet society’s (American) image of the ideal woman. But these women— who by the way, make me wonder if the loss of their hormones have made them brittle in the brain— are an embarrassment to women’s liberation.
Jesus, it’s been days since this conversation and I’m still sick from it. Heaven forbid they should read more than the UT and should have to actually think or research anything, which might actually expand their minds and their horizons and get over their silly prejudices.
The other comments I will forgive, but to hate Hillary because she might be a size 12 is enough to make me want to eat a pound of butter.
Pass the Xanax please, for these are my friends.

