I love spring time in Dallas. The flowers are blooming and it's between 75 and 85 degrees - except when there's a precipitous mood swing and you get an overnight drop into the 60s.
When the clothes start coming off, the body becomes more visible - or should I say the skeleton. There is a funny breed of people in Dallas that are just...skeletal. Their clothes hang off of them and it's painful to look at them. There is a sharp angularity that I call "painfully skinny".
Perhaps there are these people in the San Francisco Bay area but, I don't see them. I bet they migrate down to LA where it is warmer and where it is hipper to have dermatitis of the middle finger - the finger used to purge.
I have one girlfriend that is "painfully skinny" and she is sick. Frail. My stereo type is that if you are that skinny you must be sick or purging or just not eating or exercising every moment of every day or some other OCD affliction.
I am not saying that the girls in San Jose are fat but maybe they're just healthy. I was noticing a teenager at the airport upon my arrival back to San Jose. She was super cute, super skinny, but had a roundness to her body where the muscles are supposed to be. I imagined her at the beach surfing, because she was in her trendy surfer garb. I imagined her plucking the painfully skinny people out of the water with one hand, placing them on her surfboard and catching a cool wave back to the beach in her graceful California beach style.
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