Another British TV show – and please, please, please, let there be more than one season! A group of “property guardians” (squatters) in England living in an abandoned hospital, and such a wonderful group of folks they are. It’s not so much about where they are living (which is strange, given their unusual living situation)…
I have not been working on my Dikke Dame (Fat Lady) dolls for a long time. One reason is because I had not finished the last one I made. I hadn’t finished her because it was going to require a lot of hand work for decorating her. But I finally buckled down and finished her…
Togos (a sandwich shop chain in California) has excellent sandwiches. And we like them because they also do not have a history of making crude jokes about fat people – like Subway. (No, Subway, we haven’t forgotten about you and your nasty ad campaign.) Togos started out having sandwiches and salads (and soup). And Togos…
Over the weekend a group of amazing people put on a small conference, in Oakland, regarding people being perceived as ugly. I am still processing all of what I experienced there. As often happens at this type of event, I felt like an imposter. All of the privilege that I have makes me feel like…
I tried After Life and only got about 15 minutes into the first episode before deciding I’m taking a hard pass on this one. Ricky Gervais is a known fat hater, fat phobic, whatever you want to call him. He used to be fat and he isn’t now (pin a rose on him). Don’t know…
Not the payee – the payor. Who is paying you? That is who you are working for. Got it? That means, you now do things the way your current employer directs. Yes, we know that at your last job you did things differently. Don’t care. Yes, we know you are used to doing stuff a…
I don’t know why, but I am feeling weepy today. Everything I’m feeling seems to be magnified. And yes I remembered to take my pills this morning (all of them, even my fat old lady let’s not be so crazy pills). Feeling nostalgic for home, family, and friends. My wonderful cousin Alice called this morning…
I recently went to see a local production of Smokey Joe’s Café (great production, by the way). You’d have thought I was risen from the dead. Everyone was so surprised to see me. WTF? I admit I’m not the best at getting my fat old lady ass out the door, but … c’mon. I’m not…
As I have pointed out repeatedly, I am a white woman from Michigan and grew up in a household where salt was an exotic spice. When it comes to food, my preferences are firmly lodged in the land of bland. Last night, I did not sleep well (I had this long horrible dream – and…
And I would, if it wasn’t for the trip hazard. Do you know what a rat king is? It’s when a group of rats get together and end up with their tails knotted up and they can’t separate. (I always thought this was a rat’s nest – but according to Gods of Google and Wizards…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 