It Just Happened

She looks capable of altering the planets’ alignment all by herself.

So at work Tuesday a coworker and I were talking and he brought up this story. Took me a while to find it. Related only because of the size of the patient. I understand if David banishes me to the nether regions.
https://www.reddit.com/r/RedditsMuseumofFilth/comments/2xv594/dagobah_asstaint_injection_infection/

This, for instance, or this, doesn’t just happen.
At least I gave a warning…
Meanwhile, speaking of privilege, won’t you join our race2dinner ?

Our mission is simple – reveal the naked truth about RACISM in America and YOUR COMPLICITY as white women…white women: We are talking about YOU. We are talking about your complicity in upholding white supremacy and keeping us Brown and Black women down…Our goal is to dig out the tumor called white privilege, power, control and reveal it for what it is, as an even more sinister and toxic form of RACISM.

Golly ! Sign me up, but how ?

Please consider WHY you want to join a dinner with Regina and Saira. If it’s “to learn” or to feel better or to be a “good ally,” reconsider. This dinner is not for you or about you. The dinner will be painful, uncomfortable, maddening, and upsetting. But what you’ll experience listening to our stories doesn’t come close to the pain of living as a Brown or Black woman in America…let’s get started. The next step is to contact Jessica Majerus, our Program Director…

Only in America do the oppressed and downtrodden have program directors to arrange free meals for themselves. They do sound like a roaring good time, though.

white women: stop centering everything on you and your feelings

Sounds like someone has a case of projection (of course it would only seem that way to a yte supremacist cismale like myself).
RTWT, one of the “founders” was beaten like a gong in a democrat congressional primary mainly because her sole platform was essentially “wypipo bad”.

We deserve to be included and seen.
In the next staging of “Gargantua and Pantagruel”?

Meanwhile, returning to our regularly scheduled programming, someone yesterday asked what “full-fat” was, still don’t know, but behold super-fat and hear the lamentations of fatphobia.

A ’SUPER-FAT’ woman has learnt to love her curves, with the help of her average-sized husband. Amalie Jennings, originally from Denmark, lives in Hertfordshire, UK with her British husband Sean…Most people in the couple’s lives have been accepting of their ‘mixed weight’ relationship…

“Curves”, a sphere has curves, I suppose, but “mixed weight” marriage is still illegal in 23 states, the old “one drop” rule, where the drop is Crisco™ – miscongealeation.

Thin privilege apparently means not setting the crematorium on fire, as seems to sometimes just “happen” sometimes.

Thin privilege apparently means not setting the crematorium on fire,
At all times, dignity.

That Reddit thread really needed a warning.
It would make a short but quite effective horror film.

Should that be a small, medium, large, infinite glutton?

Again, as a rule, I don’t much care how big a person is
I’m going to respectfully disagree on this one. The adage “don’t judge a book by its cover” applies to books because the covers were bland monochrome (and in modern publishing, chosen by marketing and not the author) and so unrepresentative of the contents.
But how one presents oneself to the world is completely under one’s own control, and one’s overall level of physical fitness is a direct and unambiguous reflection of one’s life choices. You simply can’t get to morbidly obese without working at it, and eating oneself that fat is a form of self-abuse no different from cutting or drugs. Add in the all-too-common aposematism and one can make a fair judgement of someone’s character.

But how one presents oneself to the world is completely under one’s own control, and one’s overall level of physical fitness is a direct and unambiguous reflection of one’s life choices.
Generally, you’re correct. But I also happen to have a good friend who has severe RA and because of meds she’s in the mildly obese category even as she eats low carb, exercises when physically able and has impeccable personal grooming.

D-Ream,
I’m all for making fun of any and everything but I’m not sure I’d judge someone’s character (ie their personal accountability, sense of perspective, general empathy for others etc) simply by their BMI. Sure, obese is a red flag for lacking those traits but still just an unproven indicator.
For instance, if someone is gigantic but suffers from none of these fativist illusions and generally goes about their life productively and peacefully then I won’t hold their weight against them (it’s physically impossible anyway), though I also won’t be getting aroused by their appearance either.
But DReamy over here is such a hater that if a fatty said it’s chilly outside he’d hand her a bowl and spoon.

TOTALLY not unhinged, you guys. Totally.

Too simple a comparison for my tastes. Here I thought you were a rabid individualist.
What if someone was a recovered drug addict who devotes their life to helping people overcome their demons, but still carries the scars from their past? Fuck em, right?
Drinking is self-destructive but often leaves no physical indications like you’ve described. If they beat their kids but fit in their clothes and don’t have scars you can safely judge them as having good character, right?
Maybe where we differ is (1) what actually defines character and (2) how much stock to put into appearances rather than deeds.
(BTW I was kidding that you’re a hater because that’s a stupid term used by stupid people, but have been surprised by your reasoning)

“Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet …”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!”

I think y’all got cheated in the marketing department.
It was the Seventies. It was that or flicking lit matches at each other.

Wow. I’ll definitely hit preview next time. (Spaced out and thought the ul tag was underline, rather than unordered list.)
Ahem.
Well, it’s Marx Toys after all…

I give you CRFI or Cake Related Fatphobic Incident wherein asking for a smaller piece of cake is not only fatphobic but also shows you to be an accomplice to the patriarchy.
As we’ve seen, fat activism seems to entail quite a bit of mental contortion.

It was that or flicking lit matches at each other.
Well, it’s Marx Toys after all…
So did you have Big Wheels? Or were they rebranded as something like Rolling Clickety-Clacks or, God forbid, Penny-farthings?

it is their smarmy insistence that normal people not only accept it, but worship them and their purulent personalities for being grotesqueries
Well, if you’re going to insist that reality conform to your insecurities you might as well demand it fulfill your biggest fantasies. Get Woke, Go For Broke.

OK, the lady who wanted her cake in 12 itty-bitty Tupperware containers was funny.
That said, I held pink-collar jobs for 30 years, so I’ve been to a whole lot of office hen parties, and I have NEVER seen this happen. The cake gets cut into equal squares, size depending on how many people are to be served, each square is set on a paper plate, and you help yourself. Also, I don’t like bakery frosting, there’s always too much of it, and it would never occur to me to ask the cake-slicer to scrape it off. I scrape the gobs off myself, with my plastic fork. So I’m not sure what planet this video was made on.
Another thing you get plenty of at office hen parties is that sweety-sweet demeanor (barely) concealing blazing hostility. Been there, done that. So I didn’t finish the video.

Being good-hearted [English] children, we played traditional British fun-time activities. Like Whose Shoes Are These?, Rattle The Box, and Jigger-Ma-Hoop.
Good times.
So I’m guessing you didn’t have “the most awesomest toy ever!” — (an American euphemism to mean “toy that didn’t come anywhere CLOSE to performing as cool and flawlessly IRL as it did on the ‘Exhibit A of false advertising’ television commercial”).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-H5g9WEqCc

I couldn’t help but notice that in Ms. “Got Whooped Like a Broke-Day Dog in Her Race for Congress” Rao’s guilt-trip shakedown for free food, that “white women” was always spelled lower-case, which “Black and Brown bodies” or “Black and Brown women” were always upper-case.
Had to have been simple typos or innocent omissions in the copy-editing, right?

Probably never had a bottle rocket fight either, poor chap.
Bottle-rocket wars?!?! Loved ’em! Oh, we had so much fun. And aluminum tent-frame sections made great firing barrels, if not totally accurate because, y’know, flying firecrackers guided only by a flimsy stick tended to go wherever they wanted.

And aluminum tent-frame sections made great firing barrels…
Coke bottles, has to be Coke, not Pepsi (spit) or anything else. Break off 2/3 of the stem, light, drop in the bottle – greatly increases range and accuracy. Was even more fun when we reached driving age except going against the guy with the convertible who could load the backseat up with guys and give a broadside that would bring a tear to Nelson’s eye.

have been surprised by your reasoning
I suspect you’d be surprised by reasoning, period, since your posts remain remarkably free from its insidious tendrils.
I mean, you’re not quite into so-what-you’re-saying-is-I’m-a-lobster territory, but damn near.

Presumably, you’ve all heard the idiom, “a sight for sore eyes.”
Well I mistakenly clicked on the embedded link, and that’s “a sight that makes my eyes sore.”

I suspect you’d be surprised by reasoning, period, since your posts remain remarkably free from its insidious tendrils
Miaou!
I confess that I generally give people’s weight little thought, up to the moment they can no longer walk along with me, at which point I tend to lose interest in their company.

“Ooh, it’s all kicking off”.
Or, “Former Communist Paul Mason demonstrates again that he doesn’t really like the proletariat”, plus some general Leftie in-fighting.

Gentle readers, in our never ending search for knowledge the question of “just what the hell is ‘super-fat’, ‘infini-fat'” and so on, my crack team of researchers here at the Muldoon Institute and Plantations have found the answer to “rethinking the farthest end of the fat spectrum”.

To Infinity
Here’s the thing. If a size 12 is smallfat and a size 26 is superfat, I’m still on the far, far right. In fact, I have no idea what size I even am. At some point past a size 36 or 38, there just ceases to be any clothing. It is the Great Beyond of fashion. If you’re over a size 36, your fashion choices are knitwear and knitwear. Everything is labeled 6X and it either stretches enough to fit you or it doesn’t.
So if 12 is small fat, 20 is midfat, and 26 is superfat, what exactly does that make a size beyond-36? Because the reality is that my body is as similar to a size 26 as that 26’s is to a size 12—that is: not really similar at all. My experiences and struggles are completely different than a 300 pound person’s. I weigh an entire fat person more than that. How can we be in the same fat spectrum category?…But what should we fats on the very very very fat end of the fat spectrum be called? I humbly propose “infinifat.” Because what size am I? I really have no fucking idea.

You’re welcome.
The above was brought to you by the curvy¹ ladies² at The Far Lip, “A fat libration podcast”.
¹(In much the same way a barrage balloon is curvy) ²(YMMV, I am uncharacteristically trying to be polite)

“Fat spectrum”
How about subfatties, fatties, and superfatties, to borrow terminology from the
Hertzsprung-Russell diagram? And the loonies would be “off the main sequence”?
The funny thing is that it never occurred to me to make fun of fat people until the “woke” fat “activists” started behaving so obnoxiously.

“Fat spectrum”?
Exactly. What is with this spectrum nonsense? This isn’t a band or range or qualifier of something like light but a quantifier of size, of mass. If Fatty Boombalatty (as stated previously, my preference) how about:
deca-fatty
hecto-fatty
kilo-fatty
mega-fatty
giga-fatty
tera-fatty
peta-fatty
exa-fatty
zetta-fatty
yotta-fatty
And THEN fatty-boombalatty, fatty-fatty-boombalatty, and on from there? Just trying to help.

“What about the suffering of the chronically under-fat? What about their lived experience?”
White dwarfs, red dwarfs, brown dwarfs….

OTOH, maybe I should hop on the sweet, sweet oppression train because it is almost impossible for me to walk into a shoe store and find anything larger than a 12 1/2 D, the damn foot shaming podiphobes.
Heh. I was thinking the same thing. And WTF is it with a shoe-size 13 foot requiring a size 14 sock? Thanks to my trying-too-hard mother-in-law who has heard (mostly from my wife) that I have a hard time finding socks that fit, I have drawers full of size 13 socks. Most of which need to be stretched to fit…then I met a man who had no shoes…

Of possible relevance to the discussion of the gravitationally advantaged: https://duckduckgo.com/?q=judge+dredd+fatties&t=palemoon&iax=images&ia=images.

Though they make socks explicitly for Pickleball?
Well, yeah, they have fully embraced and celebrate all aspects of footist culture, podiphobes are not welcomed or tolerated at Thorlos.
Plus, if you are a pickleball player, there could be some of that fine endorsement money in it for you.

As far as I know, they have totally ignored us.
Once again, the Muldoon Institute and Plantations researchers are here to serve your knowledge needs.

I suspect you’d be surprised by reasoning, period, since your posts remain remarkably free from its insidious tendrils.
So you’re saying Canadians aren’t nice?

Heeled shoes cause schizophrenia.
Perhaps this is obvious…or not, I’m never sure about the things that I see…Might seeing a connection between heeled shoes and schizophrenia itself be a sign of mild schizophrenia? Or is seeing a connection between the seeing of a connection between heeled shoes and schizophrenia being a sign of schizophrenia possibly a sign of mild (or possibly severe?) schizophrenia?
And yes, can you tell I’m bored today?

small-fat, mid-fat, super-fat and infini-fat
A modest suggestion. Instead of numerous, multiplying categories, why don’t we use body fat percentage, similar to how we rate ground beef? This will allow a continuum of privilege ratings, surely the ultimate in wokefullness. Perhaps we can append our privilege to our names: Killer Marmot 21.614% and so on. In truth, that is actually reverse privilege, as a small value means greater privilege,
Similarly we can measure people’s skin tone on a continuous scale, and add that to each rating. Of course, we’ll have to measure it from somewhere not exposed to the sun, so as not to benefit the tanners among us.

Empowered positivity, and you just know that grant money is involved:
The original Butterdance

The ruminations about the difficulties of finding adequately commodious socks was steering me to that conclusion.
Great, another foot shaming podophobe weighing in with you normopods constantly exerting your pedal superiority by erasing the lived experience of the oppression and marginalization of we people of hyperpedalism being denied our right to plantar comfort.

We’re gonna need a bigger tent.

Hey, you know what they say about big feet…

“It’s twoo, it’s twoo…”
I would like to thank our new sheriff for all he has done.

I always wonder why if life in America is so horrible why do you stay?. This couldn’t possible be about separating the gullible from their money, could it?

Farnsworth, our society is unbearably prejudiced against feet of size.

I always wonder why if life in America is so horrible why do you stay?
There’s always Liberia.

The Butterdancer looks unnervingly like my aunt would if my aunt gained 70 pounds and didn’t know to keep her feet out of the butter.

When I worked as a medic I ran out of a volunteer station which had the only bariatric ambulance and stretcher(everything extra-wide and heavy-duty) in town so it saw a lot of service. We normally staffed a call with two-person teams (driver and medic) and if a lift was more than two could handle we had Dispatch send firefighters for Lifting Assistance. In-house, and informally, we tended to categorize bariatric calls by the number of firefighters necessary to safely perform the lift/move from the patient’s actual location to stretcher to ambulance. Firefighters themselves had an additional criterion, based on whether they judged it necessary to deploy The Man-Sack to accomplish the transfer. The most I can recall at one time was 6, plus the driver and me, Man-Sack deployed; the memory still makes my hands sweat.