flying while fat
She was gorgeous, while I clearly looked a mess.
I’m not a passenger. I’m a burden and a problem to solve, like an overstuffed suitcase.
If people look at you and think, “Please don’t let her be on my plane,” you’re gonna have a bad time.
You are what you wear. More specifically -- you are what other people decide you are based on what you wear.
Everything about the flying in an airplane experience horrifies me.

Jan 15, 2013 at 1:30pm | 62 comments

Hi there. I'm the sick person with whom you have the distinct privilege of sharing an airplane. Nice to meet you.
When I spot a baby on a flight, oh, yeah, I’m wincing right along with you. But my uneasiness is less about the baby and mostly about the traumatized (stigmatized) parents traveling with the kid. The entire experience is basically set up to be rough as hell.
Usually my imagination conjures up a narrative a lot like the one on the pilot episode of "Lost," where it’s a bit of a bumpy flight, then BAM! The back rips off and BAM! Half of us are dead. (I’m always in that half.)

Aug 24, 2012 at 12:00pm | 79 comments

I went through Cat's bag and all I found was this lousy bag of blood.