Gee thanks

Ah, another New Years Eve, a splendid occasion when I can look back on the past year's shittiness and anticipate another twelve months of the same stretching before me. I'm not sure that I will do anything to mark the occasion. Well, not much beyond what I have already done, go to drinks with work people. All pleasant enough until we began discussing the film Children of Men. Limited babies, right, sure enough leads to the state of affairs in China where the birth rate of boys is greater than that of girls. Fine, cue heart rending story of foetuses flushed away. All I could remark was that it made a refreshing change from the man drought. To which someone responded something about my particular suffering. Well I think we are all the poorer for the existence of such a retarded concept. For me 'Man Drought' is right up there with 'Shoe Fetish' for sheer overworked inaninity. And I really do relish being told exactly where I fit into the scheme of things, that is, fat drab.
Perhaps I can find solace in the fact that the people who were screaming at me when I walked up the hill (naturally from the safety of their car) were't making specific slurs. It was more a wordless grunt. Maybe I should even be flattered there was none of the usual fat ugly bitch comments.