the frisky
One minute, I’m minding my own business, eating kale and looking at babes or whatever and the next, I’m being fat-shamed by a wardrobe assistant on the set of a Dove commercial that I somehow ended up getting cast in.
Oh, hey there! It’s me, your friendly neighborhood bartendress, rolling out of bed at noon to give you a few pointers on how not to be like the bachelorette who barfed into my ice bin last night.
Maybe not everything about us is necessarily worth embracing and accepting.
I’ve made my living exclusively as a barkeep since completing my BA in Anthropology in 2007. I've been incredibly fortunate.

Nov 20, 2012 at 6:00pm | 135 comments