A tank top is not a T-shirt without sleeves. That's a muscle tee, or I-shirt. A tank top has smaller straps over the shoulders, and is cut lower under the arms. Tank tops are also called A-shirts, vests, singlets, wifebeaters, and other names. The wifebeater term may be descriptive of some wretched git who doesn't take time to dress; such as Andy Capp, or Onslow from the TV show "Keeping Up Appearances".

Tank tops are often classified as underwear, usually come in white, and are easily found. They are OK as underwear, but the white ones are not stylish for outerwear. The same is true of a white T; why wear that? Well, people do. It's common.

Colorful tanks have become popular outerwear in warmer climates since about the 80's, and are more often worn by women. Possibly that is because women have a much wider selection of colors, and more styles, such as spaghetti straps and T-backs.

Search the man's casual department and you might find some nice-looking colored tank tops. A guy's wardrobe can include a few great looking tank tops in various colors, but you might have to search.

Colorful tank tops for men are not always easy to find (hm, maybe start a website selling colored tanks). The woman's ones come in various colors, but they often have spaghetti straps or are cut way low in the front, or both, and do not suit a guy.

It's a convenience to wear as little clothing as possible. This is practical. Wear more clothing and there is more washing to do. The more clothing, the smellier it gets.

Anyway, clothing is highly overrated. Shorts and a tank top are comfortable, and decent enough to wear to a summer picnic or to answer the door. I hear knocking.

Update: It was mentioned that a tank top can also be a sleeveless sweater.

Subject: Girlfriendporn fucked me up
The woman I've been sleeping with for four years says I treat her like a pornstar. Okay, so I admit, maybe I do. She won't communicate exactly how she thinks I do, so I don't know how to fix it.

Well, there's your start. You don't have motivation to fix it outside of her. You just want to stick with this...this, white flag, empty surrender, until something better comes along.

Scratch that, Dan. The woman I'm with keep saying really annoying things. I'm not into foreplay, she says. I say it's not reciprocal. I put in all the effort and what does she do in return? Lays there like a dead fish!

Duh, because you keep on doing the same things. FOR FOUR YEARS. It's been a little over three since you told her you liked her -- you loved her back then. Sometimes her presence makes you writhe, now. She gets drunk, then you sit there and take her abuse. Three drinks and she's more than a match for you, mentally.

The woman I've been fucking for four years doesn't understand how I can have body image problems. I'm five foot, ten inches and weighed 220lbs for the past ten years. I only recently dropped a few pounds. Never was that obese or morbidly so, but it was always fat. It doesn't matter what anyone says,

That's because you LET THEM say it. No spine. Never says

...It doesn't matter what anyone says, I've always felt fat. Forget all those other four letter words, people calling me every derogatory word in the book (and some non-derogatory ones used as pejoratives), the worst has always been fat. I've got huge self-esteem issues, despite being physically capable of practically everything I want to do. Hell, a few months ago, I got on a bike and rode a hundred miles with a much thinner friend -- HE wound up in massive pain the next day, whereas I could've done it again! I don't feel like women pay attention to me,

There you are, you worm. Weasel. Rodent. You feel entitled to attention. Oh, just because you're physically able, you feel like

like no one would ever

PITY PARTY. Everyone come look at the chauvinist pig!

really want to do anything with me. Talk, fuck, play cribbage or drink beer. Dan, I don't get this. I don't get me.

You sound like a fucking patriachal asshole. Just like your father. Oh, there we go, hit a nerve, did we? Always did have to be the black sheep. Feeling entitled to attention means you deserve it even less. Entitlement. Feh, you claim to be a progressive, but in the end you're every white male asshole who doesn't want change. Yeah, you heard me. Die in a fire. Let me run the show.

Who says you're not the prick, between the two of us? All you do is sit there and berate me. What do you have to offer?

No more than you, but at least I don't have that misconception.

Right, then. Now, shall we sleep?

I am on the road with the madashelldoctors, day 5.

I am a Mad As Hell Doctor because my patients are not coming in. They are calling to get refills because they have lost thier jobs, lost their health insurance, are losing their houses, are stressed and frightened. We Americans agree that anyone who shows up at the emergency room has to have care, but that is last minute care. We give care when someone is dying, their cancer is advanced, their heart attack is happening, they are near death. It is expensive, inefficient and stupid. This road trip brings home that we take better care of our highways and rest stops than we do of our citizens. How can we have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness without health? Our health is our wealth! Single payer, one system, just like police, highways, our mail --- single payer is the way to go! It is time to get mad and make Congress put it back on the agenda! It is an embarrassment to have a Canadian citizen ask, "Why don't you Americans take care of your own people?" and I want my health care dollar to go 100% for healthcare, not for insurance company profits and CEO salaries over 14 million dollars yearly. Fire them! Single payer!

HR676! A single payer proposal. Remember that the insurance companies are pouring 1.4 million dollars a day into lobbying to protect their profits!

Follow us on the website and fight the corporate medical behemoth!

On the road, incoherant and down to 6% computer power....

Salt Lake City Library

Whew, finally computer access. We haven't had time.

This morning we awoke to a knock on the door at 5:59 in a Motel 6 in Idaho Falls, Idaho. We were supposed to be on the road at 6:00. I am rooming with Barbara, a researcher from the Department of Family Practice at the University of Washington. We rushed around and left before most of the guys.

On the road, to Pocatello, Idaho, to the Holt Arena Park, S. 18th Avenue and E. Bonneville Street. We were early and went to find coffee for everyone. We wondered for a bit if Starbuck's had missed Pocatello, but no, hidden in a grocery store.

In spite of the fact that it was 8:30 am on Saturday, nice crowd. Adam introduced the single payer theme, each doctor said why they personally were mad as hell, and then the audiance was invited to step up. Each person has one minute to say why they are Mad As Hell. A woman who has been at two previous venues spoke and said that her beloved had committed suicide because he couldn't pay his medical bills. I hugged her afterwards. She said that she had to leave us now and it was her last chance to tell us. She was very brave.

An elderly woman with a red-tipped blind person's cane said, "I'm covered but the woman who cleans house for me has no insurance. She has breast cancer, two lumps removed, but it's been infected and she has no money for chemotherapy or radiation. It is a shame on us as Americans." People are speaking up and the more people that speak, the more we all realize that it isn't just a few people but everyone has been touched by this. Two thirds of bankruptcies are for medical bills and we are the ONLY industrialized country where you CAN go backrupt from medical bills.

Our next Town Hall is here in the Salt Lake City Library at 3:00 pm. We've been trying to cut the program down to 90 minutes, from two hours. We are getting used to the pattern. Yesterday I woke up feeling like death warmed over from a combination of exhaustion, 4500 foot altitude and one beer (I know, I'm a wimp with alcohol). Got on the road anyhow and Barbara drove the 250 miles from Helena to Idaho Falls while I displayed my talent at sleeping anywhere. By the time we met the caravan, I was shakey but improved and by the time we did the Town Hall at 7:00 pm, I was fine. Adam has nearly lost his voice but still is the MC and everyone is a bit glassy eyed and tired. We have to look at the notebooks to remember which city we are in. "What day is it?" we ask each other.

I will blog when I get a chance.

Town halls coming up:

9/12/09 Orem, Utah: Utah Valley University Student Center Room 206C 7:00 tonight

9/13/09 Rally at Fort Collins, 4:30 pm @ Civic Center Park, corner of LaPorte Ave & Howes street, Fort Collins, Colorado

9/13/09 Town Hall 7:00 pm Greyrock Commons, 2265 Shooting Star, Fort Collins, Colorado

9/14/09 Town Hall 8:30 am Plymouth Congregational Church, 916 W. Prospect Road, Fort Collins, Colorado

9/14/09 Rally Denver 12:00 (noon) West Steps, State Capitol Building 200 E. Colfax Ave, Denver, Colorado

(I leave on a 5 pm plane for home and the introverted thinker.)

9/14/09 Town Hall -- Picnic 5:00 pm Washington Park Boathouse, E. Virginia Ave and S. Downing Street, Denver, Colorado

....and I don't have the rest of the schedule, but caravan from Gettysburg to the White House on 9/30/09 and meet us in Lafayette Park in Washington DC on October 1, 2009!

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