|Look at this nonsense. Don't they look like terrible awful parents? I AM KIDDING. God.
They are awesome. I just hit a wall. YESTERDAY.
I need to get this off my dirty heaving chest. And it's rough being middle class and white in America, yo.
I leaned my head against the seat in front of me to sleep. Now I'm terrified I got a staph infection from touching that thing. The guy next to us was an absolute douche bag who ignored his wife and small child the entire flight instead opting to read his "tech" magazine, which I saw had a full page girlie pictorial and he paid way too much attention to that.
It's a low point for humanity to fly. I would rather take a submarine than get on an airplane. I have a bad attitude about it, I will be the first to admit, but god dammit. It's just depressing.
I'll spare you the long winded I miss the old days of glamour and flying, but simply put, I miss the event of flying. I am convinced I should have been born in the 1950's as I am just kind of old fashioned and adhere somewhat to gender roles and go gaga for 1960's fashion. You've seen my wedding pictures, right?
|I just married Dumpster Husband two years ago and I wouldn't change a damn thing about my retro get up. LOVE IT. All the way down to the Dorothy sparkle heels.
Also, I've been watching a lot of this:
So, I'm a bit influenced and glamorized by the media and my own dreamy brain, but damn. What we have now is a big fucking greyhound bus in the sky.
I can't keep this up all on my own people. Wear form fitting clothing with zippers that aren't falling off your ass and put some shoes on with heels. It will take you one minute longer at the fucking security checks, but once in a while, just do it. It will make you feel sexy, I promise.