I mean, I loves me some EG, but now, suddenly, it feels like I'm screaming, Hello, and won't you please peep these tiny shoulders and HUGE GIANT MIDSECTION!. It's not like my politics preclude me dressing for attraction, but that's the way it's worked out. And now there is a sudden biologic factuality to contend with. So...brb, going to consult The Singles Project and see what that Carson Street Clothiers guy is wearing.
9/20/14 at 4:45pm