The "F" Word

Growing up my mother was dedicated to instilling my sister and I with advice- most of it came from daily excerpts from Dear Abby and Ann Landers- but I swear the rest of it was very useful. One comment in particular has stuck with me for years.

"Jillian", my mom said, "Addictive personalities run in our family." I was probably about ten at the time and wasn't quite sure what she was getting at. I didn't do drugs, I certainly didn't drink-- sure I liked to sneak pieces of candy at night, but what kid didn't? What the heck was she getting at?!

Fifteen years later I think I have finally figured it out. She was completely right. Addictive personalities run in our family. I like to call mine the "F" Trifecta. The first is fitness (which I touched on lightly in my first post). But today I want to focus on the second "F" word.

FASHION... FUCK.

My second addiction after fitness is fashion. And I think every girl out there (or almost every girl) can relate. I don't know why, I can't explain it... but I have a need to accessorize. If you think about it, it is completely absurd. Humans are the only, and I mean the ONLY species where women are more fashionable than men. There has to be something wrong here.

Yes, we are the species that rules the world. But, there has to be good reason why drakes are more attractive then hens... a good reason why we have the term peacocking... a good reason why lions are WAY sexier than lionesses. I mean come on check out those manes!  Do you know what that reason is? The male species has to be way more attractive to convince the females to have their babies... females are the key to survival and the males know it--At least in the animal kingdom.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, when the human brain evolved way beyond any other mammal, we got fucked up. Women today do anything and everything to draw attention to themselves. I AM GUILTY. It probably sounds like this bothers me quite a bit, and that I am a feminist bitch. I assure you, I am not. Really. I wouldn't care that I love fashion, except for the fact that it is ruining what used to be my super sexy savings account... now thanks to my addiction to fitness and fashion, my savings account looks like a half starved crack whore. I know, I have only myself to blame.

With that day 3 of my monetary rehabilitation draws to a close. One more painful self realization closer to my monetary redemption.

Put it On My Tab:
I spent $112.79 today, but all necessary evils--- $68.84 for gas (because try though I might I will never have Ann Trason's legs and will not be able to run the 15 miles to work every day there and back) and $43.95 for groceries (because I have to eat).