I feel responsible for this outcome.
Things That Are Bothering You, Got You All Hibbeldy-Jibbeldy, or just downright pissed, RIGHT NOW! - Page 3685
Cute girl I go to school with saw me in my comfy ass Icelandic sweater today, reading "The Old Man and the Sea" (I figure I've been in college for like ten years, I should read classics at some point).
"OMG LIAM!!! THAT'S WHO YOU REMIND ME OF!"
"Ernest Hemmingway! You look like the Nordic Hemmingway!"
I'm pretty happy about this, dude was good looking when he was younger, right? No clue why she thinks we look alike, because we don't, and no clue why I'm the Nordic version, since I'm about 200% Irish, genetically.
Then she shows me the picture she meant on her phone.
It wasn't quite that remedial, but I don't think there was any new information for me at all. I think part of the problem is that I just use Excel so much that I don't realize how much I know. That's not to say I'm some sort of expert, but between using it through grad school and work, I've accumulated a good bit of experience with it.
I aim to please!
For the record, it really was only the women who were fat. The room was probably 3:1 women to men, so the sample size was larger, but, of the men in the room, not a single one was overweight. The ladies, on the other hand, we well represented by the I-might-bleed-gravy set.
Can't deny the thin privileger part. I judge the fatties harshly and enjoy the privileges my twigginess provides (fitting through doorways, coach seats, etc.).