We have three friends in town so there is no way I can properly post the usual crapola. But I will say that the first one to arrive was my friend Nikki, from law school, last night. I dragged her to a JMU happy hour. Go Dukes. It was attended by five people. We have to work on our international presence. Go Dukes. Then I went to two more bars. Yael, stop drinking.
My friendship with Nikki, besides the ridiculous photos we have together (“height differences are funny”), has taught me about the struggle of tall women. Not only are they already reduced to a dating pool of 1% of all men, but said tall men GO FOR SHORT WOMEN (I’m looking at you Tony Parker). The injustice of it all. I have always done my part to support my tall sisters by not competing for men. I like shorties. Meaning, short. Not the other kind of shorty. Not only do I crush hard on short men, I have even been known to like a dwarf or two. Namely, Peter Dinklage in The Station Agent. But enough about me.
And why do we all think it’s so weird to see a taller woman with a shorter man? I’ll admit, these photos are crazy to me.
Now I’m logging off. Our friends from Chicago, Dave & Trina, are here. And we are definitely going to get into some trouble.