wearing a very bulky long sleeved, light colored sweatshirt. She was sitting in the passenger seat of her, evidently, boyfriend's car (or is it actually hers 🤔) They were headed to his parents, and she would rather not, because they spoke their native language. The man gives her, an AI aided translator - of any language being spoken. As she puts it in her ear, the camera, quickly, and briefly, goes over her hands.
Upon her left hand were rings, one on her third finger; but, for some reason, the simple band did not appear to be a wedding ring - most wives wear two rings on that finger. Upon the third finger of her right hand, there appeared no ring. The camera, however, let it be known - in no uncertain terms - the woman was pregnant. Yeah, it matters - children born into unstable homes, growing up, not knowing who they are; moms ending up raising the kids by themselves; her not having enough money to meet expenses, or paid leave when she comes down with the flu.
Along with the bulky sweatshirt, she was wearing postage-stamp shorts - what color they were, who knows! Her thighs were completely uncovered. No mystery. Neither could the sweatshirt hide the fact, the blond woman was fat - her face.
This post is not about ethnic or body-type bashing. Though, can't help to have noticed, men of all races seem to go after (natural) blonds - a(n expendable) status thing. Um-hmm...and fifteen years from now, another ... child, born out of wedlock, just pinched the parking money, from out of MLC's slot. The commuters (who work for their $) won't be happy, to see upon their windshield, a note, from the lot's owner, written upon an envelope.
"Take the millstones, and grind meal: uncover thy locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers. Thy nakedness shall be uncovered, yea, thy shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and I will not meet thee as a man." Isaiah 47:2-3
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