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“I didn’t set out to be the first openly gay athlete in a major American team sport. But since I am, I’m happy to start the conversation.” Jason Collins
For people who don’t see the Washington Wizard’s center’s coming out as courageous, they obviously 1) don’t have any gay friends 2) have never been in the minority, marginalized, or bullied and 3) have never stood up for something that’s right but not necessarily popular.
I applaud the people who are applauding him. Continue reading
Last week, two of my friends ran the Boston Marathon. There are many levels of awesome on which these two reside, but Stephen Colbert pretty much sums it up:
“People who run 26 miles on their day off until their nipples are raw…for fun.”
The hubby in this dynamic duo is one of those REALLY crazy people who keeps up a less-than-7-minute-per-mile pace. 26.2 times. In a row. You’d think he could run these things in his sleep, but he says it’s a huge help to have friends and family cheer him on.
However: “You’re almost there!” Not helpful. Continue reading
Thank God I’m not single. No, not because it would be sad for me and blah, blah, blah. It’s because I’m terrible at playing the game, and I pity any male who would come in contact with my lack of skillZ.
At a bachelorette party this weekend, we had finagled (yes, I did just look up that word) our way into a “reserved” booth at a bar that thinks it’s chic enough to offer reserved tables.
After trying to inspire a dance party that just wasn’t happening in too-cool-for-school establishment, we started doing the next thing one does at a bachelorette party: talk to dudes. Aaaaand this is where I should have made my exit.
Sorry, gents. This post is for the lay-dehz. Well, fine. It can apply to you if you’re having a fat day.
I assume that most have seen the Dove campaign. It really is eye-opening.
Several posts I’ve read speak to women’s body image issues:
This weekend, I have a good friend’s bachelorette party. There will be approximately 15 females in attendance. How many self-deprecating comments will I hear? And why is it that whenever we receive a compliment, we feel obliged to sabotage it?
