Monday, February 21, 2005
Sherry Fowler's post puts me in mind of the old Randy travis song "Shopping for Dresses." I actually was thinking of this song a couple of weeks ago as well. One thing that made me sour was that buying dresses in each color and style implies that they are the same size; apparently curvy girls need not apply. In a song it's only moderately displeasing. To read the NY Times piece and see the scenario played out in all its shallow glory was even worse. I am much more content when I can think of the Sex & The City as a fiction and kid myself that whippet thin, bitter New York women are not the most prized form of female human. Ugh.
Posted by Amber at 1:41 PM