Where is the love?

I listened to the radio this morning as the morning show crew made fun of a woman who was too large to fit a proper seatbelt. Don't get me wrong, I am pretty sarcastic, and I am not immune from laughing at such antics....but where is the love, folks?

Do we even have an ounce of sympathy left in our hollowed-out hearts? Do we care? I know...I know...I am a pretty bad offender myself. It's like one of my favorite lines in Steel Magnolias: "If you haven't got anything nice to say, come sit next to me!"

I'm gonna try for a little more compassion. (Let's see how long that lasts)