I don't have big tits, but i love croissant

i love Paris. It truly does have that je ne sais quoi kind of special quality but then there are the more notable things that i like about Paris -it's people. I've heard the complaints about insufferable, snotty nosed servers who look at you with disgust and disdain - but truthfully the only french waiter i ever encountered like that was in New York.

After a recent trip to LA i realized that like many parts of the world there is a new breed of person, they're popping up from Johannesburg, to LA and these people have tweeked noses, colour altered hair, big sunglasses, little to no body hair and even larger tits, or calves as the case may be. You may be on Robertson and you see them from a far -and they look okay, perhaps even great, then they get closer and closer and they begin to look odd. It is as if there are a puzzle that a two year old has jammed together and the pieces don't quite fit.

I don't get it. I've never been a fame of fake, i get the whole you want to be attractive and look your best i'm not sure though why it needs to include multiple surgeries, and breasts that can leak internally. I've had the two kids and gosh i shave my legs and armpits, sometimes even wax, but i don't think women should be entirely hairless. To me that's a freaky as being too hairy. And what's with all this ball shaving?? I mean seriously are balls really that hairy?

The point i'm making is that I think all this crazy debt, fakery and faux tits and big sunglasses are all connected. People spend most of their time wanting and trying and kind of forget the actual living part. I have smallish boobs, always have and honestly i've never had any complaints and if i'd had any i would have told the guy to f8ck himself. I mean more than a handful is wasted on most people. And really if all your friends are noticing is the car you're driving, then they're not friends they're appraisers. Does any of it really matter. Plus there is the scary coincidence i've noticed, these Faux Peeps tend to talk about celebrities, dieting, man problems and shopping and not much else except gossip which leads me further to believe that the real reason they get the boobs and the hair and crap is because they really don't have much substance for for some bizarre reason they think Prada bags are more important than really connecting with someone. You can't really connect over a fat free latte while you talk about Britney Spears.

I hate to say it but i don't even really look at people all that much. I'd hate to think these people spend 45 grand on a new upper body and when they pass me all i'm thinking about is if i have lemons at home for that quinoa recipe i want to make....So i was watching pre superbowl advert about Visa cards and the song says 'i want it now.' seriously it's about a guy buying a large screen tv. What the dude really needs to buy is a book by Hemingway and a how to book on what exactly it means when your credit card debt is at an interest rate of 11%. You might want it now but you'll be paying for it forever.

All this is to say that i like myself and i don't have a new handbag or even a new haircut. I have small boobs and i've never had hair extensions. So yeah, i like the french because they're comfortable in their skin. The ladies there can have bigger noses, smaller boobs, no sunglasses, and yet they carry themselves with such grace because they like themselves they seem gorgeous in their imperfections. I think they might have crotch hair! vive la difference.

off to get a croissant.
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Comments

[Josh]

"vive la crotch hair"

I don't get it either. I think someone had too much time with barbies as a child and wanted to re-create them. Really astronomically huge tits and plastic smooth. Really Really plastic. *shudder*

[bambinawrites]

And the french don't freak out when they age! There's nothing sexier than being comfortable in one's skin, n'est-ce pas?