Rule #2- Hygiene..take pride in your appearance (and the smell that accompanies that!)!

Hygiene..take pride in your appearance! It’s bad enough to be the fattest person in the room…but the stinky fat person? If you are large and in charge, why not be fabulous while doing so?! Nobody ever wants to get stuck sitting next to the chubby guy that smells like hot garbage and five day old McDonalds (and yes, there are people who have this smell). I can remember the first stinky encounter I had. I was seventeen years old and working at Wherehouse music in a really hood end of town. We would get an interesting assortment of people. We had the listening stations on the wall, so all walks of life would come in and sometimes stay all day just listening to music. Hood, homeless, snobby,....and then there was Ronnie. I will never forget that stinky man woman as long as I live. And I say man woman because we were never sure what it was....like Pat from Saturday Night Live. Having worked for many years in the gayborhood, I usually pride myself on being able to point out a cross dresser or a sex change quickly ....but this one I could never figure out! Ronnie was about 6'1" and 400 plus lbs. with long dark hair and a darker, almost american indian complexion. He/she would wear its hair down with a middle part and would constantly (and very manly like) push the hair falling in its face behind its ears. Ronnie would wear dirty, stained, oversized tshirts. They were always this cream colored off white...like you never knew if they were once grey and faded from so many washes.....or were once white and were now this color from the lack of washes. Ronnie would pair these with elastic waste shorts* that were worn above his/her knee, and topped, or should I say bottomed off with visible crew socks and shoes that I hope serve some orthopedic purpose. It was entertaining at most every time 'it' came in. I would definitely say that Ronnie was a man except that he had boobs and the shrillest, most annoyingly high pitched voice that God ever created. We would just nod and giggle as he/she came in but nobody wanted to stand near her/him. You see my friends...Ronnie smelled like a mixture of sweet perfume, sweat, and bacon. Every time he/she would pass by, everyone would hold their breath as to avoid the wafting PSB smell that would disperse in the wind Ronnie created.
My point to this whole story was..do you want to be that stinky fat person who has a smell so bad and distinct that its sticks in the minds of those who pass you for years to come? I'm going to answer for you: no. There is a very simple solution to this, shower. Use soap and water and wear perfume that's not a cheap, stinky knock off. Seems simple? For the greater population with a sense of smell (us), I hope this is a simple enough request.

Later today will be the next post...but I thought it was funny and that I would share that on edublog, someone named Muhokama qilinmagan on 'Avgust 7th, 2009' blatantly stole...I'd say pieces of but it was almost my entire blog and claimed it as her own.....even with the same title. Seriously people, get an imagination of your own...just because you change a few words does not mean it is your work. Have some respect.