I've learnt yet another thing about myself!

I've written about love-hate relationships before. An example of such a relationship is contact lenses. I've discovered a new one today. Fat chicks.

Why I dig fat chicks. I only have two reasons really. The first is that they are great cushioning material. When I fainted on vacation some years back, I fell straight forward into some fat chicks back. Had it not been for her airbag-like flesh, I'd have fallen onto a hard surface and been in a lot more pain. I'm glad this chick had some meat on her back. My second reason is that they make great movie actors. My other reason is that they are great to make fun of. I find it hilarious when they fall. *Think MCS for those that were there*

Why I don't dig fat chicks. Firstly, fat chicks take up space. In line, at a bar, on a bench... everywhere. And I need my space. Secondly, fat chicks stink. Stink faster. It's because the sweat faster, but it's also because bacteria gets stuck between their blobs of fat. Or something. I don't know exactly, but it's been scientifically proven that in general fat people have more body odour. Thirdly, fat chicks are annoying at going-out-scenes, such as concerts and at dances. My god, why don't they understand that I don't particularly enjoy having sweaty blobs rub up against me? How could anybody enjoy that? Lastly, fat chicks always seem lazier. I mean I understand it's difficult to constantly drag all the weight with you, but is it really that difficult to pick a more stylish and fitting pair of jeans rather than a tight black legging?

So that's that. Let me know whether you dig, or don't dig, fat chicks!

Hairspray actually inspired me to write about this. How peculiar.