Elizabeth informs me that many years after my first expression of interest in same, I am still not in the Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants. I suspected as much when I recently watched an advertisement for the second movie in this storied saga, entitled “the Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants 2” and I was not featured amongst a cast including Alexis Bledel, America Ferrera, Blake Lively, Amber Tamblyn and Blythe Danner. I don’t know, and I guess I don’t care to know why I was not included this time. I give up. Sisterhood of the traveling pants: go fuck yourselves.
You think I don’t need companionship? You think that I don’t have my “fat days” where nothing goes where it’s supposed to? When I have to push and prod every imperfection into place? You think I couldn’t use a pair of pants that always fits my contours just so? Of course I could.
You no what really grills me? You know what just chaps me right in my loins? I sent inquiries. I sent my headshot, my bona fides, my assorted measurements. My assumption was that there was a formal process for rejection- that I would hear something from someone at some point. Certainly that was the case with the Ice Capades and the University of Alabama.
There is a lot of talk these days about the fundamental mistrust of our institutions. People feel misled, neglected and abused. In light of the sort of treatment I am describing, it is difficult for me not to sympathize. At this point, I can see very little point in voting, and needless to say I haven’t paid taxes since my name change.
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