Reblogging summary: Yada yada yada aren't I smart and funny for posing in the slanket blah blah blah blah I rock. Zzzz.
But this is worth a read. Analysis after the Jackles spew:
Friend: How was foo camp, btw?
Me: It was pretty awesome, actually. They treated me like a person, not like a girl.
Me: and we talked about ... The Future.
Me: and I ate a lot
Me: I have gotten very fat.
Me: But damn, I've been enjoying the food.
Friend: The food in nor Cal rocks and I bet they had some good chefs out there.
Me: See, here's the thing: I'll probably need to address this when a guy comes within three or four week's shot of seeing me naked. But since THAT doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon ... well. Bon-bons away.
Friend: hahaha interesting mentality, i wonder if my wife thought of things that way when were dating
Me: Um, she did. Every woman thinks that way, until they get married. and then they just don't give a shit, naked or not.
Hmmmmm. They treated you like a person, not a girl, you say? Could that be because for once, you put down the pancake makeup and the 1950s dresses and stopped thrusting the tits out and talking about cupcakes and headbands and the color pink?
And news flash, Jackles. Not EVERY WOMAN only stays in shape until after she's married, and then lets it go because they "just don't give a shit." No, only a certain kind of woman -- manipulative, game-playing frauds. Which is why I'm pretty sure you're not going to have to worry about anyone seeing you naked for awhile -- you are constantly advertising what a calculating headcase you are regarding the opposite sex, and you're pretty much any decent dude's worst fucking nightmare.