The 4th thursday of November is celebrated in the USA as "thanksgiving". It originates from when the Pilgrims landed. This is actually my favorite holiday, both for its sentiment....giving thanks....and my positive associations from childhood.
So--in the spirit of thanksgiving, thanks to Amy and Gareth for sponsoring AFF, and for the people here who are willing to give advice, tell their stories, share experiences, and ask interesting questions. AFF has been a good addition to my life, and I'm grateful.
In loco parentis (in the place of parents), I am invited by a former colleague to eat with her family in Washington. I could have met with the last gf, I am on good terms with her, but I am convinced I must lose weight to be more attractive to women, and she and her mother might encourage me to eat more than I should.
The problem is nobody in the United States says women have a weight prejudice.
Author W. Charisse Goodman repeatedly insists (The Invisible Woman) that men have a weight prejudice, but I think the shoe is on the other foot, too. Who's writing about that?
Last weekend my best friend's wife said she didn't want him to look like his dad, ever, and so far, so good.
Why I made it to 37.5 without knowing that women have aesthetic tastes in how men look, I don't know. My mom was born in 1936 and maybe good pre-Baby-Boomer women never let on that they had preferences in men (unlike my Generation X counterpart last weekend).
I ditto the thanks to Amy and Gareth.
And I hope everyone has a wonderful turkey day!
gobble-gobble!
(sarah's personal views on thanksgiving is that its quite rightly a rather odd holiday with strange and sortid history and therefore aspie-licious)
Happy Thanksgiving, folks.
It took years untangle myself from being pushed into big noisy Thanksgivings with the relatives. The relatives never understood it but eventually I got to spend the holiday how I wanted. I wanted to sleep because I worked all night. Dad wanted to be left alone to watch football on TV. So it worked great with just the two of us at home.
That was so much better than how it used to be. Dead tired from work, having to rush to dress up and produce a dish of something to take over to my cousin's house, where I'd be scrutinized by a gaggle of chattering women while children ran around screaming and men yelled at the television. Then people nagging me to eat things.
I'm spending this weekend with my Significant Other, just the two of us. Cozy time in fuzzy sweatpants with someone who understands you is the best kind of holiday :-)