I figure this old image has been seen by shrinking and giantess fans at least three million times. I live in the back, so I only spotted it a few days ago. Shirley you understand I had to sneak it in here and show it to y’all. I’m not sure if it’s an ad, but it was taken by Helmut Newton, who clearly had a giantess fetish, or maybe a G.I. Joe fetish.
Either way, I like the image despite its blatant display of shoes I would not be caught comatose wearing, and because I’m the proud owner of a G.I. Joe sex toy myself. It reminds me of scenes in that movie I have yet to go see, Monsters vs. Aliens, and it reminds me of the humor in that sort of situation.
Ya know, a little guy with a puny weapon who thinks he can take on a woman many times his size, and before you can say “squish”, he is. In my mind, bullets of any caliber only tickle. In fact, missiles, aircraft, meteorites, alien mother ships, hurling planets, swirling galaxies, they all tickle when they make impact on the skin of a giantess the various sizes I’ve imagined myself to be.
And I like his Lobot gear. What sort of input would a shrunken man get through that sort of apparatus? “Proximity warning! Alert! Alert! Danger is afoot! Warning, warnihhffzzggh- “. I’ve mentioned to you before I’m not fond of violently crushing a little man, but every once in a while I’m in a position that helps me see the bright side in that sort of situation, particularly when I’m dealing with people that say one thing and act another, or refuse to provide me with excellent customer service, or sell me something that will break after one use.
In other news, I love my friends even though they send me endless email forwards, and choose to date / marry the wrong person, and go through silly and unnecessary cosmetic “enhancements”, and make me add one Facebook application after another.
Tell no one I reached level 17 in Mafia Wars. It’s our little secret, yes?
This is my song this week:
(Update as of Thursday, September 14, 2017: And the YouTube video is no longer available. I don’t remember what song it was that I liked, but considering it was April 2009, it was probably something anthemic and empowering. Also, I threw away my doll. It’s probably thriving in a landfill, creating its own community of abandoned
sex toys; preparing its troops for an invasion.)
(Since I’m obsessed with July Talk, this is my song this week:)