Current Mood:

Corrugated

This weekend is our town’s annual renaissance fair(e).  Everyone knows what this is: fat women with a waning grasp on reality go pretend their Elizabethan for a weekend.  I’m going to avoid the big issue that the Italians started the renaissance, and usually get no love at these things.  Instead let’s talk about the article that our wonderful local newspaper ran about the upcoming event.

Unfortunately that’s the only picture I could find.  Even in its thumbnail size you can tell it’s a fatty in an Elizabethan dress.  It’s like they’re not even pretending anymore.  I can remember when they’d advertise for this thing with drawings, and mentions of knights and damsels and dragons.  They’d never actually show you the reality.  This is the reality of the fair(e).  There are usually also fat dudes too but that’s not the picture they ran so that’s not what I’m talking about.

I could go ON AND ON about stupid fat people who have no concept of how depressing their lives are.  I won’t.  Instead I will be taking my nephew, who is 8, to see for himself.  I will try my best to make it a cautionary tale about avoiding saturated fats and women with issues but let’s just say I don’t think either of those things are going to be a problem for him.