I apologize. I tried to word it appropriately to show that it’s society’s standards, not mine (though I still wouldn’t wear that, ever). I’m sure the woman in question is somebody’s sister, wife, mother, and daughter and is a very nice woman. But from the original post, even SHE had issues about not being made-up when pictures were being taken of her. Hopefully it’s not that big of a deal. We all have days when we wish people wouldn’t take pictures of us. Even so, it’s a great picture of a magical event.
I think the woman looks fine! She looks like a regular person you would see on the street, perfectly normal. And she looks a lot better than a lot of people you see walking down the street, IMO. I hope I look that good when I am her age.
I agree. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise. She’s perfectly acceptable, just not a supermodel in one of the glossy magazines, but really–who is (certainly not me!!!)?
A long time ago I did something stupid and killed a turtle. They teased me about it and it bothered me a lot at the time, but now I can look back and laugh about it.
Poor turtle. Poor you. I’m glad you’re able to laugh about it now.
I once hit one of my neighbor’s chickens (he refuses to pen them and they are always in the way. I think he leaves them loose because we are on a very small, dead end road with very little traffic. Either that or he’s just lazy.)
I felt bad about it, too, for a while. But it really was kinda funny, the chicken bounced up off the bumper, hit the windshield, bounced up again, and over the roof. Almost like a cartoon…I’m not even sure it was injured, cause I didn’t see anything in the rear view mirror on the ground. I wasn’t about to stop and inquire as my neighbor is also quite fond of his shotguns.
It wasn’t an accident. He intended to throw a box turtle – the non-aquatic kind – into a river, but he missed. It splattered to its death on a rock.
Nobody was teasing, either. An expression of horror was more like it. I suppose we would have been more understanding had the tortoise not been one in a long line of animals whose death at his hands has been eulogized here, from betta fish he tired of, to goldfish he “humanely” killed by suffocating them in clove oil, to his various rats, which presumably became fodder for his snakes when he tired of them. Most recently, there was the mockingbird whose attempts to defend its nest angered him.
The comments about the perceived unattractiveness of the lady with the hummingbirds are more a reflection of the mind of the beholder than of the woman. Not a darned thing wrong with her.