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i have to take antibiotics because my toe is gross but they’re stupid massive ones that get stuck in your throat and feel horrid and they have gelatine shells which makes me grumpy.
There’s a 400m runner in the commonwealth games called Regina George and I just…
oh man that’s a massive no. I do bra fittings and the number 1 thing is always make the customer as comfortable as possible. Never force a fitting situation on anyone, only suggest, and never stay in the stall during changes. Fuck that noise.
yeah, I was surprised when she suggested she would stay (it seemed like it was company policy?) and like, at the start I was in the mindset of “I am a strong woman and I will not be ashamed of my body” but I didn’t realise she would literally be putting the bras on me, I thought I’d sort myself out, and then she could just adjust the straps and tell me if it fit, but literally she would put the bra on me and do up the back and stuff, but I was too freaked out by everything to say like, “um, can you not?” In fairness, I requested the fitting (mostly because my mum made me), but yeah it was all a fairly horrid experience.
bought new bras yesterday when i was in london with my mum (we also saw phantom of the opera and I forgot to take my phone with me or there would have been selfies)
I had a proper fitting done because I knew I was lying to myself by wearing a GG cup (it was the most uncomfortable thing ever because she just stayed in the room while I changed the bras and I should have said at the start that I didn’t want her in the room when she asked but then i was too scared to back out), and she picked the bras out for me and they seemed fine and I really wanted to just leave because looking at myself topless in the mirror for too long makes me feel vile. Except now I’m wearing one of them and it has somehow made all my cleavage disappear and i don’t understand how. i have more cleavage than this with no bra on. my boobs are basically in my armpits right now.
from “The Miseducation of Cameron Post” by emily m. danforth (via gertrudefrankenstein)
So I finished the Miseducation of Cameron Post yesterday and it’s really really really good and you all need to read it, k?
It’s really easy to simplify it down into a coming of age/coming out story, but it’s got a lot more substance than a lot of similar novels, and I felt like it was written in a much more literary fiction way than a YA way. Cameron is loveable and relatable and fantastically not-perfect, and all the writing is so rich that it’s very immersive.
I bought the book a while ago (amazon says I got it 31st october 2013), on recommendation from Autostraddle, but only now got round to reading it, partly because I actually have time to read again now, and partly because it caused a load of controversy over in america (it was removed from a summer reading list for “foul language”. I’m sure the fact that the lead character is a lesbian had nothing to do with the removal whatsoever)
A few criticisms, the book does have a usage of the t****y slur, and although it was used by a non-cis character, I can’t help but feel it was inappropriate for the word to be there. The book also ends very abruptly, with far too many questions left unanswered. I understand what the author was doing, but the ending still left me unsatisfied.
Some of the goodreads reviews whine about the length (460 pages), but it really didn’t feel like a long book to me, it read very quickly and easily, much more than some other novels of similar length.
Basically read it.