At the end of last week, I finally felt I’d had enough of Spacenook, the social-media giant that seems intent on ending democracy here and around the world. I was all set to delete my personal account until I realized I needed it for my business and political pages.
As if it had felt my frustration, Spacenook tried to make me smile today, reminding me I’d posted this slow fashion/homegrown vintage collage of one of my favorite Versace dresses three years ago today.
It worked for a second “Aw, I love that dress,” I thought. “It’s so cheerful.”
Then I remembered this situation.
Wtf. Here’s something no one told me about aging: it’s common to go up a cup size. On the left, 34C in my Moschino top last month. On the right, 33 1/2 B in the same top in 2003. Didn’t want a boob job but Mother Nature gave me one. Thanks for nothing, bitch! 😹 Shout out to @stacylomman for taking me bra shopping tho. #biggerboobs #moschino #whatthehell #ofacertainage #growthspurt #hormones #aginggracefully #34c #brashopping #nowandthen #boobsfordays #physicalchange
It will probably require the help of a tailor, a tub of Vaseline, and one of those guys who shoves people into the overcrowded trains in Japan to get me into that dress again. Now I’m depressed. Go fuck yourself, Spacenook!