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Linzie's party and the Male Mystique
2004-04-12 @ 11:31 p.m.

Wow. Linzie's party turned into one hell of an experience. Everyone there included: Christine, Sara, Christian, Katie, Jen, and of course myself and Linzie. So, small gathering. No potiential for craziness, right? Hah! That's what you think!! It was pretty wild. And definitely good times. Christian (Oh sacred blessed fingers of the holy massager... ::chant::) gave everyone fabulous massages. There was food galore so I let go of any remnance of a diet I was observing and reinstated my glutinous ways. Oh, it was worth it. I gained like 2 pounds back but I don't care. Easily lost the first time. I go to the gym every day so who cares? Not I, said the pig... Hah.

Christine has become my partner in our Actor's Weight Loss campaign. We're consistent as hell. We really do go to the gym EVERY day. Sometimes, though, I stop and look in the mirror, or look at Christine... and think: "What the hell are we trying to lose?" I mean, we're both beautiful and while not perfectly firm and shapely, by no means unattractive. In fact, we're both damn hot! But here we are, busting our ass to lose those last 20-25 pounds that will make us knock-outs. And its funny... but I know exactly why it is. Its because men in American have put demands on women to be these aestheticly orgasmic creatures that can make them lose themselves w/o even trying while they get to walk around with beer guts and dirty fingers groping everything that they pass. Watching a guy checking out women is like watching some twisted cartoon about dirty demonic children in the grocery store pulling all the goodies they can reach off the shelf. Sometimes I think they should all be castrated or be secretly given an impotency pill so they'll be too ashamed of their "inability" to try anything. Granted, they're not ALL like that, but the ones that are (the vast majority), are an embarrassment to the rest. And you know who you are!

Whew. The point of that was that its their fault, along with messed up societal standards, that give people eating disorders, destroy self-confidence and teach people to dig for compliments. Causing people to always look for assurance that they're approved to show themselves in public. No one's comfortable in their own skin and eveyone wants to be better than they are. My roommate, Mara, for instance wants to lose weight, and if you've seen her you know this is insane. She is the skinniest female ever to grace the Earth. There's literally not anything to lose! She's got to be like 2% body fat. Women used to be symbols of beauty period. It didn't matter what they looked like. All the most praised painters painted mostly homely women. Not models or actresses but curvy childbearing hips kind of women. That was beautiful then. Where did it go? The Sacred Feminine... Who killed SF?

Anyway, back to the party. So, we talked, we ate, we danced, joked, sang... then we watched The Full Monty and crashed. It was fun. And tomorrow the whole world of my friends is getting together to hit the Fizzgig concert which should be fun. Here's a list just to prove how big:

Hannah

Mara

Anton

Steve

Christine

Sarah

Linzie

Jessie

Annalyse

Jen

Katie

and ME

Okay, guess its not THAT big. But I'm doing my part for the band, for sure. And if you read this and want something fun to do, go to Radiodown at 8:30 and check them out! It'll be a blast! Got to study now.