Design Dyke 2.0’s Neighbors

Anitra Ford

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:05:44 +1000

I'm watching a B-movie called "Invasion of the Bee Girls" and this one girl sticks out, Anitra Ford. I find out she was one of the models on TV game show "The Price is Right," turning over price tags to see if a contestant one a new Kenmore dishwasher or leaves with a consolation prize, jars of Turtle Wax car polish. She went on to play Wonder Woman's evil counter-part Angela in the first Wonder Woman series that never took off. She's made a career (a dent in the business?) as a 'bad' girl. Bad girls make straight boys hard and gay boys give respect, that's why Anitra won my heart. I know she's up there in years and I hope life was good to her. I like to picture her as the Grand Dame over her estate, barking at the butler because she wanted TEAL not BABY BLUE colored drapes, Turtle Wax she now uses as face cream, and a throwing knife always strapped to her leg.

Wonder Woman Catfight

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bar trick

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:11:16 +1000

link

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open

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:38:58 +1000

linko

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Tom of Finland

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 13:23:08 +1000

link

Tom of Finland

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Summerwind

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:59:34 +1000

link

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nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 08:55:15 +1000

Banned Commercial - Condoms

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"And you only have two weeks to live, fatty."

nobody@vox.com(CupCate) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:34:58 +1000

This is actually me.

Today I had to venture down to our local family clinic because, for some reason, the medical practice I go to believes that you shouldn't be able to refill your birth control prescription like any other prescription.

If you have arthritis and need pain killers, you can refill your prescription by email.

If you need heart medication or anti depressants you can do the same.

But by god, if you just want to fuck for fun and not get pregnant - you must be punished!! No matter how long you've been on the pill or on the same prescription, the only way you can get a refill is by going down to the family clinic and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...and waiting...

It's not as bad as going to a Planned Parenthood where you could end up being there for 4 hours- but you still have to wait a long time. But worst than the waiting, you have to put up with the other people who go to these clinics.

The trashy teenagers who need to travel in packs to get their pills. The nasty couples who are all over each other who want you to know just how badly they need that bag of free condoms, and the teenage mothers who, yet again, need to bring a posse with them to wait. It's just depressing.

I actually had a woman in there last time yelling at the staff that they didn't give her enough free condoms in her bag,

"Hello!! Can you fill this bag up! I tell ya! You people really skimp on these and never give me enough. It's your fault I have 8 kids!!!!"

I swear to god.

So today, I go. I wait. I wait. I get called into a room.

I step on an ancient looking scale, fully clothed and with my shoes on.

I go sit in a room where the lady pulls up a screen on a computer and says, "So last time you were on this....OK, six more months...OK."

She takes my blood pressure and says that it's good. And then she looks at me and says,

"Your weight is over the top. You should try to lose the weight any way you can."

And then I couldn't speak. I quietly took my prescription and zombied my way out of the clinic.

MY WEIGHT IS OVER THE TOP!?!?!!

Had I been living in a world where when I thought I was a bit heavier and a bit curivier than I had ever been before when I was actually dangerously over weight and unhealthy?!

Are the UK size 12 jeans I wear actually plus sized jeans and I just didn't notice?

Perhaps it was somebody else going to the gym at least twice a week since April.

Maybe it's some other girl that's been eating fucking vegetable soup and god damn Special K snack bars every day for the past two weeks.

Maybe that girl doing push-ups each morning and sit-ups before she goes to bed is just a figment of my unhealthy, lard-filled, fatty McFat-fat imagination.

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!?!?!

How unbelievably, retardedly irresponsible of her!

Do you want to know how much information she had on me?

My weight. What birth control medication I've been on. My blood pressure.

THAT IS ALL.

She didn't have my chart, she didn't know how tall I was, my BMI, what my diet was like, if I exercise at all, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING.

She didn't know if I had an eating disorder or not!What if I was bulimic and she just flippantly said that my weight was "over the top" and that I should "lose it anyway I can".

How about binging and purging, does that sound like a good idea to you, you fucking idiot!!!!????

I'm sorry, but from what I've learned about body image and health, WEIGHT doesn't not equal HEALTH.

You DO NOT tell a young woman that she has a weight problem without knowing ANYTHING about her! Especialy if you're a fucking NURSE.

So, FUCK YOU nurse lady.

I don't have a god damn weight problem. I'm curvy. I weigh more that other girls my height because I have a different body type than they do. (OK and I like to eat pizza.)

I've been trying really hard to eat better lately. I've been trying to lose weight before I go back to California in September. I exercise. I take vitamins every single day. I drink a lot of water. And I don't drink as much as I used to, and I've really cut back on junk food.

I am healthy. So, if being curvy and healthy makes me fat, than you can kiss my fat ass, lady.

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Biggest mind fuck in the world

nobody@vox.com(darkenedfairy) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 05:42:39 +1000

this is a reminder to my own, very slow-learning, slow-procecessing, self-indulged, stupid mind : Do not ever, everrr ask your mum for advice. Or consult with her, or ask her for her oppinion. Why? Cause it will fuck you over in some kind of way.
If she agrees with what you secretly already do know is the right thing to do you'll actually do the exact opposite as to not follow what your friggin mother would do. Leading to the natural outcome of such thing : You'll screw up and your mother will stand in front of you ( although you can only see her shoes from the awkard positon you're in, face front in the dirt ) waving a sign that says "I told you so"

If she doesn't agree you can basically skip the part where you don't do what she does but just do what you want and think is right and strut straight ahead into the dirt. And the posterboard of course. With neon letters and little reindeers dancing to her delight and your defeat.

Just don't ask her again, please don't.

Also : Don't spend 60 bucks on CVS crap that you don't really need. That's a third of your income fuckhead.

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Vox Hunt: My Happy Place

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:31:57 +1000

Show us your happy place.
Submited by edwina.

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QotD: Looking Back...

nobody@vox.com(Mexid Cocktail) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:20:09 +1000

What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.

My little bug friends when I was tied down in the basement.

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