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I have broad shoulders... so why I thought accentuating them with these enormous, puffy sleeves was a good idea is beyond me.
I got this shirt 8 years ago. I loved it then and I must have thought it looked fairly good because I wore it ALL of the time. Like, every picture that was taken of me 2006-2007 I was in this damn shirt. I realized today that I was wrong. It does not look good on me and it probably never did. It is time. Time to part ways with it. I mean... dear lawd... I look like I am wearing football pads. I should have just embraced it I guess and walked around randomly screaming... "BLUE... 42.... HIKE" or come up to people, real close to their ear and said " I don't want... yer life" (my favorite line from a football movie, Varsity Blues, and said in my best Texas accent). But I didn't do any of that. I was in the concrete jungle all day, just walking around looking like a damn Division 1 draft pick.
Ah well. Ya win some, ya lose some.
Besides looking like a linebacker though, today was a really good day. You ever have those days that seem very normal, but when you think back on them you realize they were a bit above average?
I didn't do anything special today. Commute, work, blog, and later I'll instruct bootcamp and teach Pilates... but it was just nice. I didn't fight terrible traffic. I didn't want to murder anyone at work. I randomly bumped into my best friend uptown today got a big squeeze from her and a few quick giggles. I met up with an old co-worker and friend and had coffee (well there was no coffee involved actually... basically we were just loitering) and had a great time catching up with him. It turned into an awesome conversation about many things, including... wait for it... feminism.
He said... "Yeah... I saw my wife reading your blog not too long ago so I looked at it, but the first line was something about being a hard core feminist so I stopped reading." He was all like... " I didn't know you were a feminist?" But with this face like... "Oh... I didn't know you had highly contagious leprosy?" I was like, "Uh... yeah dude. I am. I'm a real extremist... I think that men and women should like... you know, be paid equally for equal work and I think it's crazy that little girls are brain washed by Disney movies (among 100,000 other things) to believe that they should have little waists, doe eyes, long hair, wear pretty dresses and compete with other women who are jealous of them and want to hurt them, that they are victims and that their happily ever after starts when "prince charming" comes to save them. Come on, man. It's insane and it's perpetuated EVERYWHERE." We talked for a few more minutes about it and you could see the light bulbs going off in his head. He was all like... "Wow, I actually never thought about any of that." I said... "Yeah, put yourself in your daughter's shoes" (he has 2 young ones). Think about the messages they receive, what they read, watch, are taught... it's insane. It's a totally different world out there for girls." We talked about it for quite a while and when I was off my soap box he looked at me like... ****<<MIND BLOWN>>>**** I was glad that when I stopped to take a breath he was still with me. That could have gone either way.
But, hey, if he didn't want to listen and ended up running away I guess I could have always ran after him and tackled him to the ground. Put these damn shoulders to good use.<<BOOM>>