There are a lot of fellas out there that like to have enough woman to marry and roll around with. Leave them be...
"Them beanpole girls can't bounce a guy like I can" .. Star Trek TNG book.
I'm just sayin... let it go.. move on 😃
Ok... that does it! You had to bring the beanpoles into this?!
I watched a clip of Bette Davis as guest on the Tonight show recently and she noted of Johnny, "...Ok, you're not my straight man."
And I ended up the watch binge noticing that Julie Newmar, a prima donna, is still alive, 91, and currently posting pictures of her (Alice in Wonderland themed) garden, "Spring *somethingsomething*) that she designed with her son, who has down syndrome, as primary inspiration.
Everyone need be sensitive to a girl's weight, unless she's a beanpole, there's no needs to be concerned in that regard, let the jokes about them flood in.
But then, there's Rebel Wilson, who I considered exceptionally captivating at her 'biggest', and I've lost interest tuning in (or has she even worked on any projects since?) should I say, "I don't know why?" because I don't know why it wouldn't be proper to say, "I think she looked better fat,"? But I do wonder if it's really because I don't want to see that she'd 'changed' on the inside too.
My answer to the OP, why do women gain weight after... on my daughter's wedding day, she told me that she could finally get fat now that she..." and I interrupted her not wanting to hear the exact descriptive word she would choose to illustrate her accomplishment. I remember her introducing me to him while she was in town. I punctuated the announcement of him in her life with, "Cha-ching!"
The comment that provoked that reaction was, "He's a Jew..." and she continued saying, 'his mother is Catholic.' And I was like, "Of course," considering that I had pray God send her one that would love her, and I had suggested, "a nice Jewish or Catholic boy, mebbe..."
as if would find favor in God's sight, not that He should consider any of my suggestions as any sort of good counsel to Him. But, still, not being sure if he, indeed, was a Godsend, apart from that prayer coming to mind at each subsequent evaluation, it quickly came to a crux the day she said, "I'm so happy." That I really started putting him to the fire....
Anyway, is anybody really happy? Not generally, as much as anyone would like to admit, generally, everybody is miserable and if they aren't then somebody is bound to come along to solve that problem. But is that a weight problem? Idk, but I can count on one girl or another to complain to me about my weight if she isn't complaining about her own. But here I am, complaining about complainers finding all kinds of things to complain about.
This is written in my ironic book, but rest assured I'll edit it before final draft and blot out all y'alls' sin.
So, you can carry on, then.
Some might conclude here, "Now, I want a donut," but I hear that should rather be more fitting for me to say, "Now, I
need a donut."