It’s been two years of ups and downs since I started White Girl With a Fat Ass.  And as of late the ups and downs still keep coming, but it’s nice to have this tiny coded domain to come home to as a check-in.  As a way to keep things in check.

On this my blog’s two year anniversary, I am going to re-share where the name came from.

Here is the story of how my blog got this name:

One of my first memories of New York City is getting up really early one morning to go be an extra for the worst indie movie of all time.  At the time I lived in the back of a hair salon on 45th& 8th.  That’s right a hair salon, the cool spinning chair, the big alien looking blow drier that comes over your head.  As I walked through Time’s Square at 5 a.m. – I realized THIS was the worst time to be out.  Because every body around me were not early risers,  they were still up from the night before.

As I walked along, so hopeful in my New Life in the City.  My hair freshly groomed with products stolen from my apartment/hair salon. I was in that total hat-throwing-I’m-gonna-make-it-after-all moment when from behind me I heard low faint chants.

‘white girl with a fat ass, white girl with a fat ass, white girl with a FAT ass’

What can only be described as a your classic 80’s movie drunken homeless wino, was following me chanting.  And as I walked faster, hoping to God he wasn’t following me, my hurried movement only emphasized the jiggling momentum of said ASS and his chant reached a fevered pitch.

‘WHITE GIRL with a fat ass WHITE girl with a FAT ASS white girl WITH a FaaaTTTT ASSSSSSSS’

And no matter how fast I hauled my now infamous ass, I could not escape those words. I have continued to run but those words have followed me.

Two years later,  White Girl With a Fat Ass has a whole new connotation. Sure, most of my hits still come from people surfing for porn.  Sure, sometimes when I meet people for the first time and we have mutual friends I’m always taken aback to hear them proclaim, ‘Oh you’re that Fat Ass Girl’ Sure, now when I’m on a first date I think how fun for them when they inevitably google my name and find many hits that read: White Girl With a Fat Ass

But this blog has also raised over $3000 for hunger relief, produced two live events, got me to perform improv again, and lead to countless friends.

Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, played free rice, donated and forwarded WGWaFA.  Please CLICK HERE to keep it going and donate to NYC’s CITY HARVEST this holiday season.  1.5 million New Yorkers currently live in poverty, struggling to afford basic necessities such as rent and medical care and put food on their tables.  If you are looking for other ways to support City Harvest this Holiday Season you can CLICK HERE to check out a guide to NYC’s most generous restaurants and support them as they support City Harvest.

A friend of mine commented to me that I have dated more since my breakup than she has in her entire life.  In the overall context of our e-conversation, this was a compliment.  And yes, it has been quite the bobsled ride.  There are funny stories, ridiculous stories, and ridiculously funny stories in regards to my ups and downs and waiting arounds with the opposite sex.  It fact, the next person who asks,  “Are you writing this all down? because it is wonderful material for your next screenplay.” is going to get punched in the throat.

Last winter, I even received the most horrifying text from a male suitor that I have ever gotten in my life.  I was tempted to write about it at the time, but I couldn’t even retype the words and further perpetuate their power in this universe.  But hey, if you are dying to hear CLICK HERE to donate to Feeding America via my Charity Badge and email me at wgwafa@gmail.com for the full story.  That’s right people donate, you know you want to hear it.

I find that I  struggle with my weight when on a dating streak. I’ll blame it on going out to dinner more, or drinking to dull first dates that have devolved into tiny life interviews making me wish I could just hand them a resume and skip it all.

Check out my special skills.  References can be made available, but only upon request.

But the real truth is that dating downs like Mr. Mortifying Texter drive me straight to comfort eating.  Not that this a proper excuse.  It’s not.  It’s a pattern.  I know it, I own it, but I do it anyway.   Why?  I could state a bunch of bitterly frank phrases like:

• Because somewhere along the line I confused Macaroni & Cheese for love
• Because the only thing that gets ‘Burned’ with Pizza is the roof of your mouth
• Because the delivery man always shows up when you call

Secretly I fear it’s also because, in the moment, it genuinely makes me happy.   There is a movie quote that I love.  From Jerry Maguire, a movie that I don’t love.  But this quote often rumbles through my mind,

I’ve had three lovers in the past four years, and they all ran a distant second to a good book and a warm bath.

Swap out ‘book’ for Battlestar Galactica and ‘bath’ for ice cream, and I hear you girl!

Not to say that this is anyone’s fault. But sometimes regardless of knowledge, comfort is needed.  Somewhere along the line I chose eating for comfort and have relied on food as Plan B on many a post-date night.

I know it, I own it, but I no longer hate myself for doing it.  And I am hopeful that as I continue to find new things that bring me happiness, I won’t do it as often. But it’s a tough world out there, and sometimes comfort is needed.  Here is a great way you can share a little comfort and help support Feeding America if you are unable to donate.

Kraft Macaroni & Cheese
Feeding America proudly partners with Kraft Macaroni & Cheese for the “Share a Little Comfort” campaign. Kraft Macaroni & Cheese is one of America’s classic comfort foods. Knowing the comfort that a simple dish like macaroni and cheese can bring to tables across the country, Kraft is sharing that feeling with those in need with this campaign. Now, with the simple click of a mouse, anyone who visits www.ShareALittleComfort.com can contribute a box to Feeding America. Every click means that one box of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese will help feed the hungry … up to one million boxes! Kraft will be making a $100,000 contribution in conjunction with “Share a Little Comfort”. Please visit www.ShareALittleComfort.com to donate a box today.

5 Hours Left to donate.  Thank you to everyone who had already donated and spread the word!! Remember I will personally match anything donated to Feeding America the nation’s largest foodbank via this blog before 5 p.m. today June 30th!

That means for every $1 donated will provide 28 meals for the hungry.  So far we have raised enough for 980 meals.  Keep it going!!   CLICK HERE TO DONATE

Feeding America who receives the proceeds from this blog is working to raise over 1 million dollars to meet the surge in demand before their fiscal year ends.  Tomorrow June 30th.

Right now due to a matching grant from their board of directors, your gift will DOUBLE to provide TWICE AS MUCH FOOD for hungry families.

For the next 24 hours, until 5pm on June 30th, 2009 this White Girl With a Fat Ass will 100% MATCH any donation that you give.  That’s right, if you donate $10, I will donate $10.  If you donate $20, I will donate $20.  If you donate $100, well then I will probably put out.  It’s been known to happen.

Craziness you say?  Maybe, but I firmly believe in work that Feeding America does to help the hungry in our country.  And after freaking out this weekend because someone posted a ‘Fat’ picture of me on Facebook, I decided that perhaps a priority check was in order.  For the next, however long it takes, I will strive to pack a healthy, cost-effective lunch instead of blowing excess money on comfort food and ice coffees in a vain attempt to self-medicate myself out of this funk I have been in lately.

I will set aside that saved money to go towards my own personal WGWaFA matching grant to whatever is raised in the next 24 hours.  So what are you waiting for? CLICK HERE TO DONATE Or spread the word to a friend.  With two matching grants, EVERY $1 DONATED WILL PROVIDE 28 MEALS!!

As I mentioned, I have been battling an insomnia inducing angst as of late.  This weekend, I was one sleepless night away from hallucinating Care Bears. And then a quiet thing turned me around.  I got caught in the rain Saturday (shocker!) going to meet a friend at South Street Seaport.  After the rainstorm, a perfect full rainbow came out over the Brooklyn Bridge.  It was a gift.  I wish you were there, but at least I can share this photo with you.  Thank you to Ephemerist for the photo and for being my friend.

Rainbow Trumps Angst!  Now GO! 24 hours and counting…