Whitman Has Songs of Himself, Women Have Rationalities For Themselves

     At various points in a woman's life, she will feel the need to celebrate. Tradition has it that celebrations include (but are not limited to) drinks, food, dancing, "getting dolled up", and/or shopping. The celebratory experience that occurred this past week included a very skewed and estrogen-filled take on this celebration.
     Now as women, we tend to be very....conscious of our food and drink intake (something about how women are always insecure about their weight. I mean who does that, right?). So instead of going out for some drinks and flirting at a pub, we stayed in our yoga pants and went hard core grocery shopping to buy two bags of frozen french fries, 2 loaves of garlic bread, a pepperoni pizza, and an assortment of British biscuits and crisps (biscuits = cookies; crisps = potato chips... yeah, I got colloquialisms.) The night started out as so:

We also needed paper towels, but that's beside the point.

     I wish there was an "after" picture, however I was so monumentally full of junk food and regret that I could not do so. Now, mind you, this IS NOT an everyday occurance. We were merely done with classes for the week and wanted to enjoy some quality time together to celebrate. So rather than drinking our calories, we ate them.... quite a lot of them. But it was filled with wonderful company, a few Beyonce youtube videos, and quality "girl talk." 

     IMPORTANT: I would also like to add that we all went on a 5 mile run this morning to rid ourselves of any left over regret and shame for out actions the night before.

     Thus is the theory and rationality behind the celebratory actions of women.

London Love, Kristen