December 28, 2006

16 is an awesome number because it's 4^2

Buying bras always makes me hate the world, so I try to make the experience as painless as possible by getting things that are on sale and that involve bright colors (I like bright colors). Today I went to the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual Sale in search of wacky cartoon-patterned remainders for cheap... but no luck in my size.

At one point one of the three very petite women who helped me (all self-identifying 32A's - Vickie's is a weird place) told me half-apologeticaly and half-condescendingly "oh, well, sometimes when people are... really big, it's hard to find bras that fit."

Yeah, and it's hard to find pants, and shirts, and everything else. Thanks, I got that already.

I'm always pissed off when I can't find my size because the store doesn't carry it or doesn't even make it. At a 14 or 16, I doubt I'm even a standard deviation from the national mean of 12 [my estimate, based on CDC statistics for 1999-2002]. I hate walking into a store and seeing that the sizes in the women's department are XS, S, and M. I hate it when the pants only go to 10. I feel like walking up to the register and screaming HELLO I AM TRYING REALLY HARD TO GIVE YOU MY MONEY BUT YOU'RE MAKING IT DIFFICULT WTF YOU ARE DUMB AT LIFE KTHXBI.

Oh while I'm at it, I'd like to bitch about the Seventeen Magazine article I read when I was 12 that was all about how you can be a happy, useful person even if you're a gargantuan size 6. Thanks for the empowerment, but I was an 8 at the time so it was kinda lost on me.

And don't get me started on what it's like to shop with friends who are smaller than me. "Oh, this would look so cute on you!" "Too small." "This?" "Too small." and on and on... it's awkward and it's not their fault - it's the store's fault. It's the media's fault. It's Paris-fucking-Hilton's fault (or is it?)

I think that not being able to fit into all the girly things I was supposed to be wearing affected my gender expression a *lot*. I mean, why try to squeeze into girl's clothes when the boy's clothes have so much less drama attached? Of course, boy's clothes don't have room for butts or boobs... ARGH. Like I said in the beginning of this post, shopping for bras makes me hate the world. But can you blame me?

December 16, 2006

Happy _________!

I got this over an open list. Enjoy:

*To My Democrat Friends:** *

**Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes
for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress,
non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday,
practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion
of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the
religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice
not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a
fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated
recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2007, but
not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose
contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that
America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America
in the Western Hemisphere. Also, this wish is made without regard to the
race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual
preference of the wishee.

By accepting these greetings, you are accepting the aforementioned terms
as stated. This greeting is not subject to clarification or withdrawal. It
is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It
implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for
herself/himself/others, and is void where prohibited by law and is revocable
at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as
expected within the usual and customary application of good tidings for a
period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting,
whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish
or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.

*To My Republican Friends:**
*Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

December 13, 2006

LGBT is *not* a sandwich.

At long last, issue 7 of Quench is printed and ready for consumption by you, our loving, loyal, and totally hott readers. If you're at or near Harvard, you can pick up a copy at the BGLTSA resource center in Thayer basement starting tomorrow. If that won't work out for you, drop a line to any of the Quenchistas or to, and we'll work things out. If you just can't wait (or you want to see Quench in all its high-res, full-color glory,) check out the Flickr set.

It's been over 2 weeks since anyone posted.

So you must be busy.

Where are you? What are you up to?

And for those of you who haven't heard, rumor is that the next issue of quench is almost ready to go to press.