Cellulite Doesn't Sell

I was gossiping about a girl the other day. She's grossly overweight, has an ugly attitude about life, and really not the most fun person to be with. She's a mooch who will call you, inviting you to go shopping, or to an "event" (her little bro's hockey game), only to realise that the only reason she "invited" you is because she didn't have a ride.

She complain about everything. Absolutely everything. Money issues, weight issues, family problems, and I offer help in all her problems, truthfully because I really don't want to hear about them. With money, the obvious "get a full time job" routine doesn't work with her, she'd like to run her own business. I know women who are in the business she'd like to be in but she doesn't want their help (and frankly she doesn't know the first thing about running that sort of business, but she doesn't want help obviously).

With weight it seems pretty simple, but the new bag of chips I find in her mother's rental everyday really doesn't jive with the "I'm trying to lose weight" routine she goes through at work. And family is a whole different story.

This girl is messed up. She's trying so hard to be fabulous and sophisticated, but it really truly won't happen for her until she changes her whole life. I am guilty too. There have been parties I have thrown, and went to, that I didn't invite her to because she's overweight and not a social person.

My one girlfriend, who is skinny, with big fake boobs and long blonde hair, I invite everywhere, she's like the perfect accessory. Big, fat, and obnoxious doesn't work with me. She's crass, she has to swear for no apparent reason at any place, like Starbucks. Starbucks isn't the most sophisticated place, but it does have a substantial amount of intellectuals and emo's that chill there, and her screaming 'FUCK' for absolutely NO reason does not look good.

I probably wouldn't even get into a club with her by my side. I would probably wait in line for 20 minutes and then have to pay cover. Which is complete bullshit.

I feel bad sometimes. I think I'm shallow. But if she were a friendlier person, there wouldn't be as much of a problem, I think.

So, do I have a problem?

Seriously. It's vain, superficial, shallow, blah, blah, blah. I just don't think I care about that PC bullshit at this point. Sometimes it's better to be like Janice Dickinson, stop lying to ourselves and admit that cellulite DOESN'T sell, nor should it be on a runway or in D&G print ads.

Next point, I need to lose some weight.