Actually, I’m bothered by more than two things, but these hit me successively last night while watching tv.
Here goes.
Let’s talk commericals folks. As I was eagerly awaiting the return of Jack Bauer, two commericals came on for my viewing (dis)pleasure.
The new Gap commerical with Claire Danes and Patrick Wilson. I really like the commercial. I like the music, I like the dancing, I like the poking fun at each other.
But then, I discover as I’m tapping my foot and singing along, that she puts on his pants.
Sigh.
That will never be me. I am a woman and actually have hips. Okay, yes, big hips. Child bearing hips. I’m curvy. (you know most women are…) And unless I am with a man who is as wide as he is tall, I’ll never be able to “wear his pants better”. (btw– I am NOT dumpy or frumpy and being a heavy set/curvy/round woman is NOT synonymous with dumpy or frumpy. I know some skinny bitches who are dumpier than I’ll ever be…)*
The thought that I’ll never wear the boyfriend pant is kinda depressing. I’m not petite and never will be. And even if I lost 100 lbs and became underweight, I still wouldn’t be small because of my build. I’m muscular and hippy. So, I’ll never be able to wear the boyfriend pant–and I’m bothered by that, cuz dammit. The commerical is fun and I wanna wear those pants better!
The next commerical that came on was for Revlon’s new Sugar Sugar Lip Topping.
Seriously, women wear this on purpose? Do you want your lips to look like they are coated with shalack and glitter? Would a man want to kiss you with that shit on your lips?
Or is it just me?
*side note…
I can’t let this go. My apologies to my husband whom I know didn’t understand how offensive the word dumpy would be to me, but honestly, saying that overweight and dumpy are synonymous is very bad. Especially in regards to your wife. If you wouldn’t call Queen Latifiah dumpy, you sure as shittin’ better not use that word to describe the woman you live with. I’m just saying….Again, I apologize to the Fishdog, but dude, you shoulda known better.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
I don’t watch TV (too much at work) and I didn’t look at the commercial (even though you provided it) but I don’t have a woman’s figure. :sigh: I can’t wear curvy pants because they balloon out on my hips and make me look like I’m wearing misshapen jodhpurs. In other words, I look stupid. I’ve always worn 501s or something just like them, so I’d probably like the commercial and be able to relate to it. (BTW, this doesn’t mean I’m skinny or anything, it just means that there isn’t much difference between my waist and my hips.) :sigh again:
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I’m not complaining about being curvy at all…but i am thick and it’s somewhat depressing to know that many many many clothing styles aren’t made to fit my body type. Even when I was a cute college girl I had a hard time wearing some of the clothing.
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I knew that was Claire Danes! (my daughter thought I was crazy)Mel, honey, you’ll never be dumpy;)
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Mel you are not dumpy-you are a beautiful curvaceous woman.Mr Kate and I had convo about my style or lack of it and he described me as ‘comfy’. I didn’t speak to him for half an hour even though I had initiated the conversation!men
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Gap doesn’t really fit me that well anyway.As far as the sugar stuff, I might try it. Could be fun for going out, that sort of thing.Lastly, I don’t think you’re dumpy. Far from it. I think you’re sassy and irreverent (sp?) and full of spit. You don’t need Gap, honey. Gap needs you.
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Gap’s clothing is poorly made and boringly styled. I wouldn’t match you with them at all, just on the basis of your personality–to say nothing of the fact that they seem unaware that half the population comes with hips. That sugar stuff is gritty and horrible, and dries your mouth out something fierce. You end up smeared with sand and chapstick for days. No good.
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My husband hates me kissing him with any lipstick on – period. Can’t imagine his face if I came at him with sugar coating on my lips too! Too funny. I must have left the room while waiting for Jack, cause I missed that commercial. And hey, I’ve had three kids, curvy hips come with the darn package.
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sigh
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sorry hon. had to get it off my chest. it REALLY bothered me.
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gee, i couldn’t tell at all.
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That sugar stuff looks nasty. *bleah* (So do the Restalyne injected lips, but that’s a ‘nother story altogether.)And honey, I’m a single digit size and *I* can’t wear the boyfriend pant or most jeans or dress pants, for that matter. These days, having a waist that is smaller than your hips is not a good thing when it comes to wearing pants. However, wouldn’t trade my hourglass for the world, you know? I just thank God for Lucky Denim.
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