You are a fat, dirty, hairy woman who lives in the mountains by herself.
Maria, thou silly ol' distaff thou. Thy personality is that of a rabid chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail.
Thy powers of observation art akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing.
Ye art walking, talking proof that thou doth not hast to be sentient to survive, and that barnum was thinking of thou when he utter'd his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker.
Someone has her knickers in a twist.
Although... That does sound about right.
Believe me, when you have to walk outside to get from your heated room to your non heated bathroom (with a concrete floor and extraordinarily low water pressure ) to shower and walk back again when it's this cold outside, you'd shower less often and keep your legs hairy too. Lol
that seems a bit of behavior alike "detached from reality" because people in the 50s were pretty much the same
we have swag now they had "squares" or what ever back then
you can go back hundreds of years and you have people painting cherubs making fart bubbles and stuff
