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bookmark_borderHello jean manufacturers/designers and retailers: I have a job but my ass is too fat for you…

Posted on by Christine Elias

Today I was fondling some Dondup jeans at Lileo in the Distillery District. Nice jeans — too bad they were so teeny that even new somewhat slender me didn’t have a hope in hell of getting them on.

So annoying as they were only $375.

I’d never been to this store before. They carry high end Japanese and European jeans among many other beautiful and expensive things. I was in fashion heaven.

Now I can’t afford a closet full of jeans that cost more than my first car but I can afford a pair or two. And I would buy them, too. I am a jeans slut.

But no. Not for still chubby-assed me. None of the high end jeans (with the exception of Seven which I have) come my size.

I am pretty much average sized for my age here at home and I’m downright slender in the United States but I still must compromise on jeans.

This is wrong and I won’t stand for it any longer.

bookmark_borderTeenagers in stupid looking pants do not rule the world

Posted on by Christine Elias

I am not one of those people who dislikes teenagers. It’s not their fault — they are still uncooked people full of hormones and insecurities.

But today a gaggle of young ladies in flip-flops and skinny pants really annoyed me.

I was walking home (as I do everyday to keep my figure) and coming in the opposite direction were three teens (or maybe they were in their early 20s I just can’t tell anymore) walking side by side. Like a wall of teenage angst.

Well, I wasn’t going to step on to the roadway to allow them to pass by me in a row. Forget that.

I was — as dictated by the unwritten rules of sidewalk traffic — fully on the right side of the sidewalk and I decided I was going to own my space.

But as we grew nearer, the girl opposite me wasn’t budging (as I suspected she might since I had my serious grown-up face on) despite the fact that she was clearly on my side of the sidewalk. So I looked straight ahead and marched forward.

We bumped shoulders — hard.

And I didn’t care one bit.

Tough potatoes, Missy. Rude young people in stupid looking pants do not rule the world — or the sidewalk.