I'd assumed this was an organic shaving/waxing/cultural norms conversation. What was the original context?
'T'wasn't here, but over on Salon. I don't even quite remember what started it -- possibly a letter to Cary Tennis about hairy armpits, but I may be misremembering -- but it very, very quickly degenerated into hysterical howler monkeys on both sides gibbering and flinging poo. I do recall that whoever wrote whatever article was the catalyst for the whole thing eventually went back to look at the letters column out of idle curiosity, and then backed away saying, "Huh. So
this
is where the craxy lives."
STUPID ROBOTIC FAKE CUSTOMER SERVICE THING YOU ARE NOT A PERSON
This is where you get to test the system to see if swearing at it gets you a person!
Actually, GC, I'd love morale support. Are you free tonight?
This week is tough, but I am off on Friday if you want to hit the Fashion Square (or someplace else)...
That Qwik-E Mart is MY everyday 7-11! With the Sikh guy who sells me my Diet Dr. Pepper right there in the pictures! Cool. I will stop there tromorrow on my way to work.
ita, that red suit is smoking. Only thing I noticed after posting it is that they recommend it for the small-busted. Counts me right out.
STUPID ROBOTIC FAKE CUSTOMER SERVICE THING YOU ARE NOT A PERSON
oh, how I hate those. I make a point of complaining about the everytime.
they recommend it for the small-busted
Oh, oops. Well, it was a nice dream while it lasted.
I couldn't wear that red suit. I'm not as amply busted as some Buffistas, but that suit would be squish city. GC, thanks for the offer, but I think I'm going to go to the gym, come home to shower, and then brave the Macy's on South Lake.
Now the website has locked out my account. I am so not amused with AT&T right now.