KARMA.  Some say its a bitch.  I say what goes around comes around.  Y'can't fight it.    So, the next time you look at that nice red marbled piece of flesh that you call meat, and you suck on the bones.  Better say thank you to that Cow.  Pig.  Chicken.  Deer (aka Venison, aka Bambi!!??) Turkey. Baby Sheep (aka Lamb) or Goat (Chevron)  or any other myriad of creatures with eyes and muscle memory.  Are you eating fear?  Are you feeling full of rage??  Do you feel you have no control??.  Better thank them or you have no right to complain of being sucked dry, or beaten down, or whatever tale of suffering you prefer.  Better thank them, preferably before you eat them.  Remember That thing of great antiquity.  Saying Grace.  Say it then.      

Are we afraid to tell ourselves the truth?? 


Then you can take it to the level of clothes, furs, skins.  They add to the luxury, durability and over all feel of the item.  But is it worth slaughtering the crocodile just so you can wear it on your foot?  I think no.  But am not opposed to buying leather and furred goods if they are found second hand.  And I wear them with the energy of the animal who inhabited that skin long before me.  

I went to Short Pump one night to have dinner at Maggianos.  Yes, it was a Friday around 7.  Yes, I was starving!  I could eat like a whole breadstick I was so f'ing hungry!!  Me and my man looked great.  Him in Hugo Boss Black from top to bottom.  Belevdere blue croc brogues on his feet.  Me in Theyskens Theory, YSL kitten heels and a Nicole Miller clutch.  We looked good.  We looked like we CARED about how we presented ourselves.  CARED.  Yes.  I would dress like this to walmart.  

So at Maggiano's we were told there would be an hour long wait.  Normally, I don't believe these lies, since I know it is just the hostesses way of saying go away, and generally those "hour long" waits mean about 7 minutes.  Trust me on this.  I have worked in the (dis)service industry enough to know that not only have I seen this done COUNTLESS times, I myself admit to having done it.  I mean, Hey, I'm 19, my friends are partying and I CANNOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF HERE!  SO please do not come strolling into my restaurant at 7:30.  I wanna be out of here by 9.  Got it.

I digress.  But seriously, next time a little high school girl hostess says its gonna take an hour or more or less before you are seated, go ahead and get on that list.  You will wait 10 minutes tops.

However, this night there was a rather large group of people waiting to get in, so Partner and I decided to ditch it and instead drove across the street to Olive Garden.  Bad choice.  No longer were we amongst our brethren, our kin, the beautiful people.  We were in fashion hell.  Women who looked like they had not bathed.  Ever.  Men with Dirty Dicks muscle tees.  Curlers still in hair.  Flip flops were the shoe de rigeur.  No whiffs of Chloe, or Dior.  Instead it was Week Old PBR No.5 or Eau de moi filthe,  Phew.  PEOPLE WAKE UP!  It is insulting to me.  To the people you are sitting near you.  Take some pride.  Show some modesty.  I do not want to see your bruised up cellulite before sitting down to my breadstick.  Uck.  Now I'm nauseas.