I am running a huge risk by posting this blog today, because there is a good chance the person who I am complaining about is going to be reading this. But I'm okay with it, because it's a funny story. Besides, we all know dudes don't read. :)
I'm taking an acting class this year, and one of our assignments last night was to sit across from a partner and make some ridiculously provocative comment about the other person. It could be a physical observation, or something about the person's personality. You were supposed to be as provocative as possible in order to get a big emotional reponse from the person, then use that response as the basis of the improv game.
One of the guys who was paired up with me looks me straight in the eye and says "Your hair doesn't suit your face." I don't even know what this means. You mean my shaggy, uneven, visible dark brown roots and random gray hair isn't doin' the job anymore??? I don't have an income...so maintaining a 200 dollar hair cut is not high on the priority list these days.
I laughed this off and we continued...are you sitting down??? He follows that gem up with "You are overweight". I suppose the appropriate emotional response would have been to punch him in the face, or to sarcastically exclaim "WHAT?? I AM!!? I had no idea!!?? Is that why I can't wear size 2 jeans????"
Now before you go find your baseball bats and tire irons to come after this dude, to be fair this WAS just an acting exercise and since he's a guy, I'm fully confident that he had absolutely no idea what the hell he was doing. Sure, he insulted me twice, effectively pushing my most sensitive button. I've struggled with my weight and body image all my life, and actually have lost about 15 pounds in the last year. So having this guy basically say in front of a room full of people "you're not attractive and you're fat" sort of left a little burn. But improv-ing in front of a room full of strangers can put even the nicest guy on the edge. And you know what, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter JACK SQUAT what this guy really thinks.
I am well aware I've got some extra "padding". That was made abundently clear by my bridesmaid shopping experience earlier this week. I'm no size 1 stripper with fake ass blonde hair, and if that makes me ugly or whatever, then bring on the ugly & fat. I am well aware that I'm not a Cosmo cover model (yet) but I'd rather have the freedom to enjoy the occasional Ben & Jerry double scoop than to constantly freak about whether or not that carrot is going to set me over the edge of my carb limit for the month.
This experience taught me that you can't base your happiness on other people's opinions. And although I am going to start working a bit harder at the gym, I'm not going to go crazy about it. After all, I have a size 18 bridesmaid dress I have to fit into in July.
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2 comments:
And your mama dresses you funny!
Guess he was lacking in creativity. Guys are so shallow that was probably all he could think of-- no matter how good you really look.
But isn't NY the city where women don't really eat? Or does it just seem that way?
Of course this is coming from a woman who really IS fat. Congratulations on the 15 pounds this year - I might need your inspiration, since I've gained the weight I've lost back. You look great in your pics!
Gayle, you didn't tell me Shevy was in your acting class?!
Don't sweat it, dude! (But I hope you told him he had a small penis.)
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