aesthetics
My friend, a guy, has been accused by our detractors of having mom hips. I continually remind him of this because it’s a ridiculous and extremely dilute insult in my opinion. Mom hips. The nerve!
I saw a mom in the grocery store yesterday. She was wearing light brown pants and a darker brown shirt. She had brown hair. She looked tired and joyless and doughy. Her body had long since made the transition from aesthetic to function.
She was reaching for a dropped can of food on the other side of one of the checkout conveyor belts from me in the grocery store where almost everyone seems to be dark and sullen. And yet, I go there every day. Hmm.
Location, location, location.
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