I was out the other day, and a friend was talking about a sports bar experience where the Bud Girls showed up. He was really enthralled with these Bud Girls, and told me about he had a conversation with the rest of his sports bar mates about whether or not they would date a Bud Girl. I doubt their conversations included whether or not Bud Girls would date them, but whatever, I’m not talking about that. He’s telling me that he concluded he would never date a Bud Girl. He said that at first it would be all fun, but then they would have nothing to talk about. He said he doubted they read the paper, and probably have no clue what’s going on.

There are so many blog posts I could take out of what he said, but really, the thing that pissed me off the most, I didn’t even think of until last night when I was going over the conversation in my head. The guy who was saying this to me, knew full well that I used to model. I recall personally sending him some of my old photos. Yet, he still felt the need to bash these women, who are essentially models. He immediately dismissed them as stupid. And my friends wonder why I never tell people about my modeling days.

This is actually the exact reason that I don’t brag about it often. There is a bad stigma attached to models, but I think the reality is more like men can’t see past the pretty face. 9 times out of 10, a woman doesn’t up and decide to become a model, someone else tells them they can. There is no woman on the face of this planet that would turn down the opportunity to be a model if it presented itself. I mean, the aforementioned friend has never once talked about how a group of accountants walked into a room.

All this defending models made me get angry over something else. He was looking at me, straight on, right into my face, and saying that these pretty girls are dumb. He was looking at me, saying pretty girls are dumb. Asking me, right to my face, what he would talk about if he ever went out with one of these girls. What about me? I’m drop dead gorgeous and he had enough to talk to me about. This instantly made me feel old. I know I’m too old now to be a Bud Girl. There’s no such thing as a 31-year-old Bug Girl. Those are Bud Ladies. But is this guy blind? You can’t make f of pretty girls in front of one.

Now I pretty much despise this guy.

And you know what, fuck it. I’m bragging about my modeling days right now. I used to be a fitness model. I was featured in Oxygen magazine, as well as Miss Fitness. I competed in a few fitness modeling competitions and won the national title in 2005. I competed in Toronto’s Fittest Bachelorette contest. I had a posing and walking coach. I had to practice my smile daily. I’m also a level 4 CGA, have enough creative juices to keep this blog going for the past 2 years, keep active and healthy, care about the environment and love my family. So fuck you. Models are people too.

I’d give you more pictures, but no one seems to want to help me figure out why they don’t upload properly.

Tags: bud girls, fitness competition