03.26.07
Warning: Shallow thoughts ahead!
I know this is a very superficial thing to be concerned about, but my sister mentioned the imminent arrival of bathing suit season a couple of weeks ago, and I panicked.
Ugh! Just the thought of putting my blindingly white thighs on display is enough to send me running to hide under the pile of shoes in the closet!
Who decided to take the old 20s-style “bathing suits” (the ones that so nicely concealed everything between chin and knees) off the market? I mean, boyshorts just don’t cut it on me. They draw attention to everything I’d rather hide. I want full coverage.
And don’t even talk to me about skirted suits. I will slap you. Fair warning.
I saw something the other day about the suits from Victoria’s Secret this season and how they’re for “every body type.” Well, the first three girls could have been triplets. Not one over 115 pounds or under 5′8″. And I’ll tell you, they were looking great in some really cute suits.
The last girl was the “curvy” one. They had her in a solid black one-piece (big surprise there!), and when she turned around to show off the back, I was like, “Aaugh!” The leg hole appeared to be bisecting her buttock. Believe me, it was going to leave a mark.
So I figure if they can’t even make it look good on TV, with a team of stylists and wardrobe wizards, then it’s going to look like unmitigated crap on me.
I try to remind myself that I’m healthy. If I were supposed to be a stick insect, I’d have an exoskeleton. And that would be really unattractive.
So, I bought a bathing suit yesterday. At Wal-Mart, because when I finally snap and decide to burn it, I’d rather have paid $20 for it instead of $90.
You might see me on the beach this summer. I’ll probably be wearing my new suit. But you’ll know me by my trench coat.
03.06.07
Horse thieves
On yesterday’s news was the most horrid story about an attempted horsenapping in Abbeville, SC. Apparently the thieves have struck before in the area, but this time, they tried to steal a couple of foals named Abercrombie and Fitch.
Abercrombie was found by his owner running loose on the farm, frightened but unhurt. But Fitch lay far down the driveway, almost unresponsive.
According to the owner, Fitch hated being led on a rope, so he had learned to just lie down whenever somebody tried to lead him anywhere. When he did that to the thieves, they dragged him 150 yards, leaving a trail of fur and blood on the concrete, and then left him to die.
The local vet said Fitch had numerous cuts and bruises, broken teeth, and a hernia where his ribs had been separated by the trauma, and he was suffering from severe shock. The owners hoped he could be saved, but despite all efforts, Fitch died last night.
The saddest part of this story is the fact that it took place on a rescue farm. Both foals had just recently been saved from slaughter and were finally encountering humans they could trust.
It’s just beyond me that anyone could go in there and brutalize such fragile, vulnerable creatures.
And now we’re concerned about the safety of our own horses. We’ve already had two baby goats and a full-grown Great Pyrenees stolen from our pasture in the past couple of years, in spite of locks on the gates.
According to the story in the local paper, thieves can take a horse to auction and get $200 or $300 for it. Often the horses are bought and slaughtered for their meat or skins.
Check out the rescue group’s website if you want a better idea of what they’re fighting. The horses in the auction photos and adoptions page aren’t old nags fit for the “glue factory.” These are young, beautiful animals, many of whom just aren’t wanted anymore.
I’m not trying to wheedle donations out of anyone, but I do want people to be aware of the problem represented when they hear a story like Fitch’s on the news.
The cruelty people are capable of towards each other is rampant enough. But I think people feel less guilt when they direct their anger and abuse towards an animal. I saw and heard of some truly terrible things done to animals during my years at the animal clinic.
Cats and kittens used as bait to teach fighting dogs to attack. Dogs left on a 4-foot chain for days with no shade or water in a Carolina summer. And other things so cruel and perverse that I can’t even bring myself to talk about them.
I even read a few years ago of a BATF raid on a home where the agents were frustrated that their information was wrong, so they kicked the family cat to death in front of the children.
I’m not “way out there” on animal rights. I eat meat. I know that animals aren’t people. But they are God’s creatures, and when we abuse, terrorize, and butcher them for no good reason, I’m pretty sure it makes Him angry.
Looking at my own cats, dog, and livestock, I’m always amazed by the individuality He gives them. Their appearances, their personalities, how they respond differently to different people — I can see why some folks forget they’re not human!
The difference is that most animals have to be trained, taught, and tortured to be mean. Human beings seem to manage it just fine all on their own.
03.04.07
One Brief Shining Moment
Ben took me to see “Camelot” at the Peace Center the other night, and it was wonderful! I grew up watching the movie about once a month, and Richard Harris was my first crush. I had all the songs memorized by the time I was about 5 and was known to belt them out at at various inopportune moments…
Michael York was Arthur in this production. Most people remember him from the Austin Powers movies, of course, but I know him best from Gilmore Girls, where he was the very attractive Professor Asher Fleming, with whom Paris had a passionate affair. You can’t blame her. It’s just something about those tweed jackets with the elbow patches. Add the scent of pipe smoke, and there’s no resisting!
And he makes a great Arthur. Kind, thoughtful, and really struggling to make a difference and do the right thing for his kingdom after Merlin, who’s always been there to advise him and keep him focused, is bewitched and imprisoned by Nimue. His growing frustration as he helplessly watches the developing attraction between his queen and his best friend is heartbreaking.
Guinevere (Rachel York — no relation) had a beautiful voice that went from ethereal to earthy with no apparent effort, and Lancelot… well, I’m pretty sure his “C’est Moi” actually shook the building. Amazing.
The sets were gorgeous, the costumes equally so. And it was just so nice to go to a good production again! I’ve really missed the plays and operas I saw each semester at school. There’s just nothing that compares with a high-quality live performance.
Especially when Professor Asher Fleming’s on stage.