A New Reply for Randall
In regard to this discussion that took place in 1999, I add the following:
It's like running a marathon or even something as simple as getting your name mentioned in the local newspaper. Sure lots of people have already done it and plenty more will follow, but it's still a big deal when it happens to you. It's a big deal in that offending person's little world. Not because it's an amazing or unique thing (I agree it's not), but because life as one knows it -- well let's just say things get really fucking strange. I could go on for hours about my new bra size.
And if everyone waited until they could afford a nanny and summer-long camp, the world would be populated (albeit, sparsely populated) with Paris Hiltons. And you know what that means, reels and reels of really dull porn.
Still not special,
Reb (but damn I gots me some big boobs!)
posted by RL @ 6:45 PM
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I hear all those weird hormones talking. I won't expect you to be rational for some time.
I didn't realize that you *ever* thought I was rational. I assign you the role of godfather of black jack. Maybe the two of you will also have a cosmic connection at Foxwoods.
Hey, let me put the pictures on Phatback, home of all things breastly.
I'm going to wait and field all of my offers. These things ain't going to stay this huge forever.
Trust me, it will be real tasteful. And I'll photoshop the beer belly out.
You just reminded of this article I finished reading yesterday: 'One Baby Equals Two Books' [whoops, I nearly wrote Two Boobs! Hee!] on Mslexia yesterday. It's a really good article about how some women just stop writing after having a baby.
I liked your reply to Randall in 1999. Quite good! Randall really doesn't get it.
Uh oh, does this mean that instead of just hearing about how great her kid is, we're going to have to endure hours of baloney about how great she is for pumping him out? Well, she's the one getting the roids, so I guess she'll feel entitled. (That's ENTITLED.)
Reb's always had big boobs, so I can't imagine the size of 'em now!
Ivy, that's always been a fear of mine, but not all women stop writing after having a baby. If I stop writing, I'll be really disappointed in myself.
Oh, I'm not picking on Randall (well, I was back in 1999, but that was mostly because he was drunk) just adding on to my original statement.
I can't imagine bragging about anyone other than myself, so I'm sure it'll be hours of baloney about what a hip poet mama I am. If the kid looks and/or acts a lot like me, maybe I'll throw him a bone.
Hey, I didn't know you were gonna have a baby! Or why should I? I'm just another internet stranger, but anyways, congrats.
Have you read Beth Ann Fennelly's Tender Hooks? It's a book about first time motherhood. Some nice pieces in there.
And double congrats on your bust size.
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