Fat Girls Only

Filed under it's fun to be fat, living in new york is neat, narcissism

On a walk around the city this weekend, my friends and I came across a store in the East Village with a friendly wide-open door, cute drawings of familiar characters hung on every inch of the front window, and inviting chairs corralled on the sidewalk outside. But upon closer inspection, the drawings turned out to be offensive, and the chairs had phrases like Jews Only graffitied on them. I wish I’d thought to look at the name of the place, but at least I have this memento:

New favourite picture of me ever?


  1. E.T. Leath says:

    I don’t consider your blog ugly. It’s pink, but it has a nice Pattern as the background as if to say “Welcome to a Hindi Vagina”

    Besides, I can’t really say too much considering the layout of my old Xanga site. (www.xanga.com/TheyPutaMindInThere.com)

    I am, however, glad that I have your URL in my RSS. So I don’t have to type out the whole thing every time I visit.

    • Oh, snap! You have a sign-in lock on your Xanga!

      I might have to change the name of my blog to Hindi Vagina to both tie in the background and solve the URL length problem. Or maybe I should just buy unapolageticlymundane.com and all the other ways people misspell that word.

  2. spaghedeity says:

    I love how the Fat Girls Only seat has huge holes where a girl’s ass and back-cleavage would be. So when she sits in it, the seats looks like a sausage grinder.

    You’d think that store would get new seats, or clean the graffiti off them.

    • OMG, owning that seat just to be able to press my back against it and make my friends take pictures of the resulting sausage grinderness sounds like a world of fun. Project for us while you’re visiting?

  3. Tracey says:

    OMG! The Google ad on this post says “Meet Hot Fat Girls! Find Local Cute Fat Girls Near You!” Fetishists!

  4. Nastassia says:

    I’ve seen that place…although sadly enough I can’t recall the name of it either.


    • Crap! We just passed it yesterday out of the blue, but now I still can’t remember the name. Gallery something. There was Spanish in the name, I know. MAN, why am I retarded?


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