…After seeing this question at The Reclusive Leftist concerning Meghan McCain Picture:
Having covered-by-proxy the feminist bases, I’m now going to indulge my curiosity and ask the group at large (including everyone in Finland — hei, ystävyys kotona Suomi!) the thing I’ve been wondering ever since I saw Meghan’s picture: what’s up with her boobs? I’m not criticizing or attacking or snarking; I’m just trying to figure out what the deal is. Are those implants? The shadowing is very weird.
I’ve avoided telling this story because it sound wrong but she has given me courage so I’ll repeat the story as I told it in comments over there:
I can’t tell that story without my Passion of the Christ story…so here goes…
My mother is VERY Catholic. When the Passion of the Christ came out I took her to the first showing, as we sat down, a man with a seeing eye dog sat in front of us. Considering the movie was in Aramaic and Latin that was rather odd, but anyway…
…when the movie was over everyone left very somberly. I asked my mother what she thought, she said she was VERY impressed…
…she couldn’t believe the dog had sat quiet through the entire movie. When ever the subject of the movie she talks about the dog, she still can’t get over it.
Last year my son and I went to a Sarah Palin Rally in NH. She was really impressive and authentic. At the end she was signing autographs (both my son and I failed to get one) as the crowd thinned I saw her from the waist down for the first time…
…and I still shake my head. I’m from a big Italian family, I went to a Catholic school I have known and do know more women with 5 kids or more than most people these days.
Her hips are the wrong shape. When you’ve had 5 kids your hips have a particular shape, her’s are wrong, they just don’t fit the paradigm. It still makes me shake my head. It’s like Babe Ruth’s legs; they make her look weird. They’re just all wrong!
I think Sarah Palin is awesome, I would support her as a national candidate over any other candidate. No pol has ever matched my positions as close or impressed me more…
…just don’t get me started on her hips. I’m my mother’s son.
My son still laughs at me when I go on about it. I don’t talk about the BBC interviewing me on camera, I don’t talk about the disgusting counter rally of teenagers, or the professionalism of the secret service that really impressed me. Not about her fine speech and the fact she radiates competence. Not that she reminds me of my mother and big sister as the type of person who gets things done.
I go on about how her hips look weird on her. Sometimes I’m just Sheldon Cooper without the Ph.D.
Yeah I know how it sounds but it doesn’t matter they just look Wrong that’s my position and I’m sticking with it!
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