Little pissed....

As you can tell from my blogging infrequency, it usually takes a good deal to piss me off to a point where I feel a blog is needed to vent my frustrations.  Well, that level has been reached.

Everyone I know has a friend who has a friend that has a spouse that the initial friend just cannot stand.  I'm special I have a couple but one in particular pushed his way through the crowd and stepped up to the front of the line wearing a lime green jumpsuit.

My very dear friend is on a diet.  Why is she on a diet?  Because she feels she needs to lose weight.  Just like the rest of us, that bell went off in her head that said, "Okay it's time."

And she's doing awesome with it.  She lives in a world where a can of beer at the end of the day dulls reality enough so that climbing atop a water tower with a sniper rifle is not a fix it option.  She lives in a world where the Wii Fit board is a horrible device of torture that needs to be destroyed. (I actually live in that world.  It's a pretty world.) But she tossed the beer and climbed on the wii and in one week, she lost twelve pounds. (this is where you do a fist pump and say "Wow!  That's awesome!" because it is.)

And like ninety percent of excersizing  America, she plateaued at that twelve pounds.

She went on her Facebook and she expressed her annoyance that while she's not gaining any weight, she's also not losing any.  Aside here:  notice I said her facebook. and her annoyance.  This is like I posted at the top of my blog.  My blog, my bitch moments, you don't have to read it. It was HER facebook.

So what has me so pissed off?  Her husband went on her facebook and I would post here what he said but the comment was deleted.


He basically said that the only opinion of her body that should matter to her, was his.  And then backed that up with a scientific fact about what will happen to her muscles if she does the liquid cleansing diet.

I was a good girl, Bloggers.  I didn't say what I wanted to say anywhere nearly as violently as I wanted to say it but the first thought that came to my mind was WTF?  Where does he come off saying that?


We women have a whole world of media telling us that thinner is the better.  It's in every magazine, it's in every movie, it's on every show.  Thin is in.  Thin is the thing.  There's people like Victoria Beckham, Kiera Knightly, Kate Moss who are so thin and so pretty that they make every good list. Best beach body, best dressed, best everything.  Then there's people like Queen Latifah and Camryn Manheim that when they make the nest dressed list, the media attaches the line for their size to the compliment. "OMG did you see that dress that Queen Latifah wore to the grammys?  It's was a pretty dress.  She looked awesome for her size"


So of course women today always want to lose weight.  Hell I want to lose weight.  I can't pass a full length mirror without wanting to cringe.


I challenge any husband that says his wife's weight should only matter to him, to put on his wifes jeans or her swimsuit and see if he doesn't feel like a complete whale when that button snaps or that spandex settles into one of his beer belly rolls.  I dare him to have to go to the store and shop for stockings and not let just a little of his self esteem fall when he has to pick up queen instead of A, B, or C.  I want him to have to plot his weight on a weight chart for a piece of clothing and see if he doesn't feel like he is the Titanic in human form. 

I have one piece of advice for husband out there.  A woman's weight is territory uncharted by men for a reason.  It it that dark cobwebby door in the attic that you grow up afraid to go near.  It is that barbed wire fence that's guarded by the large red nose pit bull with the foaming mouth.  Approaching that door without riot gear and traveling the paths of a woman's psyche where weight is concerned is quite literally in some cases, signing your own death warrant.  Don't go there.  For god sake, Don't go there, and DO NOT go on her facebook and say in front all of her friends that yours is the only opinion that matters.  It is not and never will be and to tell you the truth, in most cases, your opinion matter so little that it's insignificant.


I'm spent bloggers.  Until my rage is flared once more...


Terminally Single and Blogging is going to watch television.