The Pants Hate Me

Society today makes me laugh, in a bitter sort of way. Today's American pop culture extols the virtue of a woman having an ass, yet fails to make pants to fit such a woman.

FOUR HOURS spent in Ross, TJ Max, Marshall's, and Walmart. Four pairs of capris and one pair of shorts. I probably tried on 50+ pairs of pants, capris, shorts, etc. to get just that. And those all came from the Women's section - nothing in Juniors fits my body type.

It's not worth it. It really isn't.

See, THIS is my motivation to becoming rich and famous: I can hire somebody to make pants that will fit me and completely bypass the idiocy that is pants-shopping.

No mansions for me, dammit, I just want a pair of pants.