Why Do Woman Do This To Each Other?

How much does physical appearance, specifically weight, influence women’s first impressions of each other? That was a new study conducted by a Yale market researcher and backed by Glamour Magazine. The conclusion, “All women are now judged by their size.”

The poll asked 1800 women (18-40) to envision a female stranger who was either “overweight” or “thin,” then choose one of a pair of words to describe her. The results showed that the participants were WAY more likely to call an overweight woman slow, undisciplined, sloppy and lazy compared to a thin woman. When envisioning a thin woman, those polled were WAY more likely to characterize her as bitchy, mean, controlling, vain, self-centered, conceited and superficial compared to an overweight woman. The study also concluded that “overweight” woman are more likely to characterize other “overweight” woman as slow, undisciplined, sloppy (blah blah) and vice versa with thin woman. Basically, everyone is doing it all the time and it doesn't matter if you're skinny or fat. (Thank you Huffington Post for providing this background information).

Let me remind you that participants knew absolutely nothing about these women except their weight. That made me think. Why are woman so hard on each other; especially when it comes to weight? Why do we find the need to judge others so harshly based on appearance? Is it a defense mechanism when we feel threatened? Or are we just more programed than men to be shallow? Recently, I’ve caught myself judging someone before I’ve heard a single word come out of their mouths…shame on me. Since I would never want someone to judge me on the size of my jeans or for that matter, the designer of my purse, I’ve been trying to work on this.

While Glamour’s got its conclusion, I’m coming up with my own. There’s always going to be someone out there who is prettier, smarter, wealthier, funnier and definitely skinnier than me. Instead of being critical, why not embrace others for who they are and hope they do the same to me. If I actually get to know someone and it turns out I don’t like who they are, then that’s a completely different story.

I just went to the bathroom and the toilet flushed for a really long time and I enjoyed watching it. Does that make me totally insane?

My Monday Mistake

Before you get frustrated with the kiosk assistant because the automated computer can’t find your flight itinerary, demand immediate attention from a random airline employee because you don’t want to wait in the bag check line for further assistance, and actually curse at another check-in woman because she too can’t find your flight information---even though you’ve provided a confirmation number---just make sure that you’re trying to check into the right airlines (In this specific case I was booked on United not American). Sorry about all that. Lesson definitely learned.

The Most I've Ever Paid to Fill Up My Tank, Brutal

What? Why?

This is the sign that stands outside of Club Lucky on Friday nights. I laughed out loud. Why so strict? After a quick google search, I discovered that MC colors stands for Motorcycle Club colors. Who knew? Apparently, that is absolutely prohibited. I was puzzled by all the rules and regulations, especially since this bar/restaurant is attached to a movie theatre. You're basically disqualifying everyone that goes to the movies on a Friday night. But do they stick? Yes. I watched two European tourists, wearing baggy clothing, high-tops, and stylish hats rejected at the door. In this type of economy, that's just bad business in my opinion.

My Beef with the Locksmith

This weekend, I foolishly locked myself out of a New York apartment. I was putting bags of trash in the hallway to be taken downstairs when the door slammed shut, automatically locking me out.

I was stranded with no shoes and no money. There was also no door man and no hidden spare key. I knocked on a neighbor’s door to get the maintenance man’s number. He informed me that he was not working today and that it would take him 45 minutes to get there, plus a whopping $80 for his services.

Frustrated, I contacted a locksmith who informed me that he could have someone there in 15-minutes for the same price. I went with the locksmith. Another man arrived 20-minutes later, out of breath from the 5-flights of stairs he was forced to climb.

Before starting, he went over pricing with me. According to this ass****, it would cost $80 to unlock the door. It would cost $35 for his services. Plus, it would cost an additional $125 to replace the lock that he was going to have to drill out. I stood there in shock. “What happened to the original $80 price I was quoted on the phone?” I asked. He explained that his co-worker did not understand the work that was needed, which is why he was explaining the different costs before he began. However, if I paid cash, he would “do me a favor” and charge $195 for the entire thing instead. “That’s a scam,” I shouted. “How can you quote one price and then charge three times as much?” The words sounded naïve as soon as I blurted them out. I had to remind myself that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

The locksmith stood there with a blank stare, completely unwilling to budge. I refused to pay the exaggerated price and he left. I had to call the maintenance man again and beg for his services. Two hours and $80 later, I was back in the apartment. Defeated, I cancelled my dinner reservations that night and opted for Chinese takeout instead.

Who Wants Cake?

I recently threw a massive surprise party for my brother’s 25th birthday. Since my mom owns a bakery I ordered a gigantic cake. I said I wanted it to be “huge.” We decided on a German Chocolate masterpiece. This took two people to deliver. When my father dragged it into my apartment, I asked, “Do you think this is big enough?” He laughed in my face. We now have leftovers for Max’s next 10-birthdays.