I realize it's probably my hang-up, but I do get somewhat annoyed by petite women with weak voices who eat nothing for lunch. Today at Starbucks, while I ordered a hot chocolate - for both the warmth and pleasure of it - I heard the woman next to me order in a polite squeak - a tall iced green tea, "unsweetened" she emphasized, and an oatmeal with soymilk, "no toppings" she added. Not the worst lunch, and certainly health-conscious - but as I looked at her petite body, her perfect coif, her stylish, but not overly individualistic ensemble (Heaven Forbid!), and her flawlessly "natural" make-up, I wondered if and when she lets go and owns her footprint in the world. Does this woman ever even have an orgasm?
It also reminds me of this old blogpost with an excellent quote from my alter ego, Nigella!
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