In Which I Am Bored, and Alice Suffers

I'm somewhat bored, which means that it's time to seek attention by attempting to inflame my FL. I would like to think that I do this simply because I wish to enlighten everyone's day, or at least make it lighter, but secretly I think that I'm just an asshole.

Astute people have probably already commented on Japan's inspection of older folk (between the ages of 40 and 74), and their attempts to penalize them through their employers if their waists grow beyond the state-mandated limit (33.5 inches for men and 35.4 inches for women), in an attempt to control obesity (which visual examination reveals effects about fifteen Japanese who are not sumo wrestlers).


This is some source of amusement at work, because ever since a brief trip to Japan, Alice has been having a bit of a problem with her weight. She's five-foot-six, wears a US size four dress (or so she claims - I've certainly never seen her in one), and currently weighs approximately three-quarters of a ton.

"You know," I said today, looking off the side of the building at the impact crater she made after jumping exuberantly on the fire escape of a third-floor apartment, "We're going to have to do something about that."

"I hear that reinforced concrete is cheap these days," Daren remarked.

"That's not quite what I meant."

( In Which Alice Loses Weight )