09-22-2012, 08:46 PM
I attended a local Renaissance Faire today with my sons. We weren't even out of the parking lot before I remembered why I never go to these anymore: a hugely overweight woman was wearing a skirt too short for her build, and her gluteal folds were showing as she walked. I was utterly repulsed. Plenty of my female friends are overweight, a couple very much so, and ll. None of them would go around with their butts hanging out for others to see. The rest of the Faire was slightly less disturbing, but still yucky. Corsets straining while breasts flopped over top of them. BLEAGH! You don't even need to have my new high standards to start gagging.
Fortunately, I wasn't there looking for a girl, and I had a good time with my boys. They shot crossbows and threw darts and bought wooden swords.
Not too much to say on evident progress on the AM5 beyond my increased fat-disgust.
Fortunately, I wasn't there looking for a girl, and I had a good time with my boys. They shot crossbows and threw darts and bought wooden swords.
Not too much to say on evident progress on the AM5 beyond my increased fat-disgust.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
