Hello and welcome to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. This is going to be a very busy time of the year…with Easter and Tax Day all so close together. This is where one event gives life and the other event takes it away. Anyway, I have been noticing a lot of advertising of late, prompting the new female plus size. You know, where they are showing more women that are less than Victoria model types. More power to them, as long as they make sure they focus on being healthy and not just push accepting yourself no matter how it might affect your health. With that being said I still have a complaint…what complaint you ask? Well, I think they are not being equal opportunities. That is right! I see plus-size women flaunting stylish dresses but I do not see any plus-size men flaunting a pair of gym shorts. I watched a commercial the other day that featured all plus-size women and at the end, one of the ladies strolls up to her …what I assume is her boyfriend…and walks off with this handsome, tall, thin, well-dressed man. Not a plus-size man insight. I looked in the Sunday paper and many of the major stores had ads featuring one or more plus-size women…but there was not one beer belly or suspender-with-belt-combo guy in sight. I mean, looking at the underwear section alone sent shivers down my spine, comparing their slim six-pack bodies poured into tight-fitting underwear to my..well…let’s say…my less-so body. So I send this message out to all of you advertisers….Come on! Give us other guys a break! We want equal treatment too. You can call us…well… maybe… well-aged bodies…or super-sized bodies…or better yet…huggable bodies. Yea..I like that one.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“The more I like me, the less I want to pretend to be other people.”
– Jamie Lee Curtis
An anthropologist went to study a far-flung tropical island. He found a guide with a canoe to take him upriver to the remote site where he would make his observations. About noon on the second day of travel up the river they began to hear drums. The anthropologist asked his guide, “What are those drums?” The guide turned to him and said, “Drums okay, but VERY BAD when they stop.” As they traveled the drums grew louder and louder. The anthropologist was nervous, but the guide merely repeated, “Drums okay. Drums not bad. When drums stop, then very bad!”
Then the drums suddenly stopped. Terrified, the anthropologist yelled to the guide: “The drums stopped! What now?” The guide crouched down, covered his head with his hands and said, “Guitar solo.”
That is all I have today. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember, Easter is more than eggs and candy. God bless and have a happy Easter!