Stupid three-way mirror...

Nothing says "Holy shit, your ass is huge!" like a three-way mirror in the women's changeroom.

Was trying on some shirts at H&M when I took a deep breath and examined all possible angles. Was stunned, horrified and utterly depressed to realize that, despite all the exercise and gym shit for 16 months, I am still a complete fattie.

Vexing indeed.

Stupid genetics. Boo.

Amusingly, was assigned to review Phat Girlz at Yorkdale (a vile and loathsome shopping mall in North York)... which was a poorly done call-to-arms of North America's overweight women.

But even as I left the theatre, all I could think was how much I disliked North York. How did I live up there all those years? Oh. Right. University.

Yeah, I was likely too busy drinking to worry about it that much. Alcohol does indeed make all sucky environments bearable. And sucky people, too.