Spinning

November 9, 2014

I'm going to spin yarn from my body hair, crochet the yarn into a sweater, and send it to Rob Lowe.

I'll do all of that JUST BECAUSE HE'S SUCH A JERK.

Everyone at the Pine Street Inn gets 10 minutes in the shower.  Staff are outside the showers, yelling "10 minutes, Ladies, gotta get out!"  When I want to shave my legs, I usually do one section of one leg each night, because there isn't time to shave all of both legs during one shower.

I have no privacy.  If I want to wax my legs, I have to do that in a bathroom stall, with one foot on the toilet while I put wax strips on one leg at a time and tear them off.

Rob Lowe, why don't you SHUT UP?!  I'd like to be less rude than that, but why should I be more polite to the people who have caused me to be stalked and harassed by total strangers every day than I am to those total strangers?

You, Mr. Lowe, seem obsessed with my body hair.  Didn't you call me a hairy ape or a gorilla, during an interview a couple of years ago?  WHY DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME SAYING THINGS ABOUT MY BODY HAIR?  Don't you and the rest of the people who never stop picking on me have something better to do?

I didn't choose to be someone who grows body hair; a lot of people have it, and a lot of people have the time, privacy and money to get rid of it, which I don't.  I also didn't choose to be videotaped in showers, toilet stalls, my own apartment, or anywhere else that I had a reasonable expectation of privacy.

You are DISGUSTING!  LEAVE ME ALONE!

NOTHING excuses you having sex with teenage girls.  Your last name suits you; I'm sure that you have heard that before.

Copyright L. Kochman, November 9, 2014 @ 2:44 p.m.