Thick

I just had a sudden, terrifying flashback to the day Esther and I went on KUSI to do the interview.

First, there was the interview with Susan Lennon, whose gold sequined top made me feel vaguely like we should break out in a tap-dancing number. She was nice enough to me, but she sort of pummeled Esther with the whole “obesity epidemic” angle; fortunately, Esther is way cool and also awesome, and responded to the questions fabulously (of course). When the interview was over and she thanked us and wandered off, perhaps to try to tame the sequins that were trying to upstage her bit, I thought the worst was over. Really, what could be worse than going on international national city-wide television before twenty or thirty people with my hair looking like THAT? Nothing, I promise you. Nothing on earth could have been worse.

Except for the guy, the sound guy, who came up afterwards to take our mics. And leer a little. And tell us that he? Oh yes, he likes the “thicker” women, women with “some meat on their bones” and that he couldn’t stand all the skinny women in the station; no, they weren’t his type, if you know what he means, and I think you do. Esther and I were kind of like, errrmmmmbye, and we pretty much booked it. Which actually means I booked it, and Esther acted like, you know, a normal human being.

So yeah, “thick” ladies? With meat on your bones? If you need someone to appreciate you, head to KUSI; because the mic man, he can totally appreciate your thickness, if you know what he means.