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Fat Is the New 30: The Sweet Potato Queens' Guide to Coping with (the crappy parts of) Life
Fat Is the New 30 The Sweet Potato Queens' Guide to Coping with Life - the crappy parts of Author:Jill Conner Browne I and my friends are the main characters?but you can mentally substitute yourself and your own friends. The book is about finding ways to laugh at the Crappy Parts of Life?which are plentiful and readily available to all. Short of my own death (which would obviously render the writing/sharing process problematic at best), I appear to have experi... more »enced pretty much ALL of the aforementioned Crappy Parts and I feel it is my moral duty to render whatever assistance I might to my fellow sufferers. Daddy taught us that there are very few situations in life which we really and truly cannot change (being too lazy, too stupid or too stubborn do not constituted Inability)?but when we do encounter Those Things Which Cannot Be Changed, the task at hand is to figure out how to either make fun OUT of it, or make fun OF it?I am somewhat adept at both of these. How lucky. My inspiration was my daughter graduating from the college where she received a full scholarship and enrolling in a law school to which there is no such thing as a scholarship. This staggering bill, coupled with the roughly $228,000 (give or take) in Unpaid Child Support I ?have??which, in case you didn?t know, is NOT legal tender with any institution or in any state for that matter?caused me to roust myself from my comfy rocking chair on my back porch and take to pounding out saleable drivel?being currently (not unwilling, mind you, but) too old and too fat to pole dance. Since the book is based on My Own Personal Miseries Offered to Cheer Others With the Fact That My Life Is Worse or At Least They?re Not the Only Ones?all of my research is ?interesting? in the same way that slamming one?s fingers in a car door produces an ?interesting? sensation and ?interesting? configurations of the slammed digits, as well as ?interesting? colors in the flesh thereof and an ?interesting? stream of invectives to thrill the neighbors. Whenever my non-child-support-paying ex-husband had (unbeknownst to me) quit a job/been fired and/or bought $1000-worth of racing tires for a car he drove to work and/or a trash bag full of cashmere socks (in a climate where it is ALWAYS too hot for them)?and I happened to ask ?how was your day?? (feigning interest)?he would most often reply, ?Interesting.? The word became synonymous is my life with ?Big F*ing Disaster,? and the sound of it gives me a kicked-in-the-gut feeling to this very day. Please refrain from using it in my presence in the future.« less