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9 Problems with Women’s Clothing

And the worst part is that clothing companies do it because they know we’ll still buy their products.  But do we have much other choice?

and if you’re fat multiply these difficulties by 9000%

Amen. Also my bras cost 50 freaking dollars! I really don’t want to pay that much for some material to cover my breasts :/

I hate feeling insecure about buying packages underwear when that’s all that I can afford. I’m sorry, but why is it “cool” to pay extra for some lace fabric that only I am going to see? It’s UNDERwear. Why is it such a huge deal?

Someone finally said the thing! The pant sizes are the worst of all. Like seriously.

And I have never even seen packaged underwear for girls and if I did I would most definitely buy them because fuck society nobody is going to see them anyway, and its probably more comfortable than lacy underwear

so I almost went down the route of sewing/knitting/crafting and I might still if I have spare time. If I’d been a girl and had to deal with this, I would’ve bullied my mum/grandmothers into teaching me by grade 8. Seriously, who even thought fake pockets were a good idea?

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This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

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