So today I’ll take a look and offer my thoughts on four articles that caught my eye. This is a sort of current events but not really since it is opinion and pop-culture more than news.
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The full article can be found here but the gist of it is that she feels it’s unfair for the fashion industry to continue using the plus size term when the average woman’s size rests around a 14, which is considered plus. She says it’s harmful to women, especially young women, and their body images.
I have to say I agree with her and, of course, I have my own thoughts to add. Let’s also stop making plus size it’s own department and line of clothing at the store. I am, myself, a plus size. I can’t shop at many stores because of this and it’s not because I’m about to be featured on “My 600 Lb Life.” A show that I love for the empowerment it gives to those who are struggling to lose weight and regain their health. Their stories encourage and uplift me when I take the time to watch them.
I hover slightly above a size 18. For those of you who are unfamiliar with shopping for women’s plus size that means that if I were about 3 inches smaller I’d still be able to shop in the “Misses” department. A “Misses” size 18 is a little tight, a plus size 18 falls off of me and the 16’s are very hard to find.
Additionally, the plus sizes, when I do find one that fits right, often look like tents or sofa prints. I don’t know who decided that a paisley print stolen from my grandmothers drapes and fashioned by Paul the tent maker would make me look thinner because it doesn’t. It does, however, help me blend in when I’m sitting on the couch in a old hotel, something my introverted self likes to do often.
Finally, lets discuss plus size exercise wear. Or the lack of it. If anyone needed exercise wear it would be me but, alas, it’s not available in my size, XXL. I guess only skinny people work out. I am currently squeezing myself into the XL and hoping I’ll shrink enough that they’ll look less like an accidental and very colorful scuba suit and more like gym wear soon. Am I self-conscious at the Y? Of course I am but oh well, I turn up the music and dance anyway.
Meghan Trainor says it best and I love her for standing up for us.
While I’m on the topic of fashion lets not forget the men. Men used to have it easy, show up, open a door, smile, pay for the meal and he was a keeper. Things are changing as this Buzzfeed Video showcases.
Lets give the guys a break too! I realized, watching this, that even I do it. My main male characters are all tall, trim and sexy. Is that the reality? Hardly, look around you, just like women, men come in a variety of shapes and sizes, lets love them for their uniqueness. I’m going to work towards changing my thought patterns and if you read my work let me know how I’m doing.
What is the cultural idea of who a soldier is? Strong, tough, independent, brave? Those are all words that can be used to define our soldiers. They willingly step up and do what our country asks, no orders, them to do, be it peace keeping missions or other. Now I don’t want to start a conversation on the missions, this is not a political piece. They signed up to serve in the military, it’s a job and someones got to do it, after that they are simply following orders, they don’t get to choose where they are sent or what they do.
Twenty percent of the men and women who are serving our country today are likely to develop PTSD when they get home. Lets stop demonizing it, lets stop pushing it under the carpet in the hopes that it will go away on its own and lets offer them the support they need to heal. Healing is possible. Sure they may never be the same but they can live. How do I know this? I live with a soldier who has PTSD and I have walked beside him over the last ten years as we’ve come to terms with what it means for us and watched him heal. Is he done? No. Will he ever be completely healed? I don’t know, I hope so but I’m going to love him where he is, no matter how hard and never compare him to some unattainable, fairy-tale ideal that doesn’t exist.
Lets start the conversation today! Check out these images, you may be surprised at the humanity you see in them. And lets remember that in PTSD everyone suffers.
Finally, I’m going to log off with a slightly less serious topic. If you’ve made it this far through my manic ranting then this is your reward.
A Japanese company, in response to crowed homes and busy lives has started a pet rental service. For a fee you can rent a few hours of puppy love and then go home. This is almost better than grandchildren! I mean, no pooper scooper duty, no last minute trips, and I might add very expensive, trips to the pet food store because you didn’t notice you were opening the last can of food, and definitely no chewed shoes when you’re late because Banjo got bored waiting for you. I’m kind of wishing I’d thought of this first!
Now, if my granddaughter is reading this which I highly doubt, she’s smart but she isn’t reading just yet, I hope. I am not saying I’d rather rent a puppy for a 1/2 hour then spend time with her but the payoff is essentially the same. You can rile them up, feed them lots of junk and then send them home for someone else to deal with, that’s playtime you can enjoy. I wonder if this will catch on anywhere else?
Oh well, it’s unlikely to become a part of my life since we own a dog who is my hubby’s best friend and when he passes on to that playground in the sky we will seriously consider a service dog trained to work with PTSD since that would be amazing for both of us.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my Manic Musings for this bright and shiny Monday morning. Leave a comment and let me know your thoughts.