Today, In Hell

   Today at American Apparel I had an experience where the sales people made me try on a dress that we all knew would not make it past my thunderous hips. Before the incident, I might not have used that adjective to describe my body, but what the hell, if the shoe fits-- or rather if the dress doesn't fit...

   I wasn't even meaning to try on the dress, I was in fact looking for an entirely different style - one that wasn't skintight - but the sales people, after making me feel like a complete fool, pressured me into trying it on. 

    I propose that American Apparel just build a great big chute at the back of the store for all the normal sized women who want to hide in their duvets for the rest of the week as a result of their experiences shopping there. Because really, who wants to leave out the front door after striking out in every single size of clothing? Better yet, how about a hole that just shoots fire out of the floor for easy self-incineration?