Spock Was Wrong

I would like to start this post with a direct statement towards one Leonard Nimoy.

(For those of you not in the know, Leonard Nimoy recently published a book of photography showcasing the 'beauty' of horrendously obese women.)

You sir, are horribly, horribly wrong.

There is no beauty, pride, or joy in being fat. In this world there exists subjects that may not be universally beautiful but are nonetheless still pleasing.

This includes, but is not limited to: elegant math problems, epic fight scenes, the abstract concept of lesbians, etc. etc.

If I were to continue this extensive list, Mr. Nimoy, you would find nary a mention of any fatties. That's because they are simply not beautiful. Finding beauty in them would be akin to over analysis of a children's book and finding hidden symbolism. There simply is none there.

I find that Optimus will back me up in these claims.

Anyways, to a quick and simple story that happened to me today.

I was sitting in class (Calculus if you must know) when my neighbor Glare-Bear reaches over and undoes my shoelace.

Glare-Bear: Sorry Lazer, it was an irresistible urge.

Lazer: That's what a lot of girls say about me.

Cue incessant giggling.

Yup, my timing's pretty much perfect. I'm just gonna need some prettier targets... oh well, baby steps, right?

Ima join a dating site.

just to ridicule that shit outta the fatties that have to resort to that kind of thing.