Muffins ... Not Just For Breakfast Anymore
Right about the time that I start to think I'm still "with it", I am rudely reminded how far away from "with it" I truly am. And my using the term "with it" pretty much tells you everything you need to know about my cool factor.
Today at work, I overheard the tail-end of a conversation about muffins. "Mmmmm....muffins", I thought. I can join in, I told myself, I love muffins! But wait! What kind of muffins are we talking about here? Blueberry? Lemon? No? I guess I'll listen a bit more .... Huh. What's the big deal about the tops of muffins? The crunchy spill over is the best part! I don't get it....
Then it began to dawn on me that my colleagues weren't talking about those incredibly delicious puffs of joy in a shiny tinfoil wrapper; they were, in fact, talking about fashion. Particularly the perils of sporting the "muffin top" look.
So what exactly is a muffin top? Here's the definition from the always fascinating Wikipedia: "Muffin-top (or muffin-top girl) is a generally pejorative, slang term used for a person, usually female, whose flabby midsection spills over the waistline of his or her pants in a manner that resembles the top of a muffin spilling over its casing. This generally occurs when an individual wears low-rise or hip-hugger pants and midriff-baring tops."
And they thoughtfully provide a picture comparing an actual muffin to the "muffin-top look". Just in case your mental image was not clear.
Ooooohhhhhkay.
I ever-so-slowly tried to suck in my overhanging belly while casually joining in the raucous laughter at the silly, silly people who dress like that. Since I don't wear midriff bearing tops, I am hoping nobody noticed that I could be the walking poster girl for the muffin-top look every day. And not on purpose I hasten to add, it's totally involuntary. Too many muffins, I suppose. But I'm not sure I got away with it; because honestly, they all do have two eyes that seem to work pretty good.
Oh, and the verdict on the "muffin-top" look? It's sooooooooooo 2006.
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Hmmmmmmmmm, muffintops
Shoot.. I'm carting around a whole dozen.
Yeah, that's the part I was showing to the dermatologist and crew when he had me lifting up my shirt in his office. But I am so not with it - I couldn't remember what it was called!
And I was beginnig to think that all these idiots shrunk they're laundry, or that they were just trying too hard to hold on to that favorite shirt for toooooo long.
And I was beginnig to think that all these idiots shrunk they're laundry, or that they were just trying too hard to hold on to that favorite shirt for toooooo long.
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