It Just Happened
In the comments, Mr Muldoon steers us to this girthy lady and her list of complaints:
Smaller plus-size people, please check your privilege. That includes a mid-fat like me who is FAR more privileged than folks larger than me. I’m honestly so sick of people including small fats and thinking that’s enough… and I’m sick of small fats not calling out the fact that they are the biggest people at the event/shoot/meeting or whatever it is. Fat people above a 20 exist, and we fucking matter. We deserve to be included and seen. Super fat people deserve to be included. Infini-fat people deserve to be included. Fat people of colour deserve to be included. Disabled fat people deserve to be included. We all matter too. Your body positivity isn’t shit if it doesn’t include us.
Setting aside the intersectional hierarchy of fatness – small-fat, mid-fat, super-fat and infini-fat – there is, I think, something odd about the chosen language. In woke usage, the word privilege implies arbitrariness, some random quirk of life, an attribute or circumstance unrelated to one’s own efforts or choices. As if becoming sufficiently vast to engage in fat activism, and bang on about privilege, were merely a matter of the planets aligning a certain way. As if anyone might become colossally fat spontaneously, overnight, with no warning, and through no action, or inaction, of their own. Which doesn’t sound terribly plausible. In fact, it sounds like an attempt to displace responsibility and thereby deceive.
Also, open thread.
She looks capable of altering the planets’ alignment all by herself.
Again, as a rule, I don’t much care how big a person is and don’t generally consider it any of my business. But fat activists do tend to indulge in some odd rhetorical manoeuvres. There’s an air of contrivance. It’s a little disingenuous to talk of one’s weight, anyone’s weight, as a matter of “privilege,” as if it were utterly unrelated to the choices a person makes. The implication of disconnection, of arbitrariness, seems a tad self-serving.
This, for instance, or this, doesn’t just happen.
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/
I understand if David banishes me to the nether regions.
Odin’s beard. That was… vivid.
Oddly, what made me laugh was the word brackish. Given the apocalyptic context, it was almost charming.
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 ?
Golly ! Sign me up, but how ?
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.
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”.
She looks capable of altering the planets’ alignment all by herself.
Not just mass but density (cluelessness), as in “She’s so dense light bends around her.”
We deserve to be included and seen.
In the next staging of “Gargantua and Pantagruel”?
Sounds like someone has a case of projection
Ah yes, the lovely Saira.
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.
“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.
Today on Channel 9 we have a unique message, and ese on the right seems confused by it.
Thin privilege apparently means not setting the crematorium on fire, as seems to sometimes just “happen” sometimes.
Today on Channel 9 we have a unique message, and ese on the right seems confused by it.
Oh dear. Phrasing, as they say.
Thin privilege apparently means not setting the crematorium on fire,
At all times, dignity.
That Reddit thread really needed a warning. I had to stop at ” I’ve watched an 88-year-old man tear a 1″-diameter catheter balloon out of his penis–”
It makes me want to shake the hand of an emergency room worker and buy them a refreshing drink of their choice, and to pray that I never get like that.
That Reddit thread really needed a warning.
It would make a short but quite effective horror film.
Christ on a bike. There’s ugly. And then there’s progressive masochistic ugly.
Should that be a small, medium, large, infinite glutton?
Again, as a rule, I don’t much care how big a person is and don’t generally consider it any of my business.
Same here, but when these people go off on how much I should love their (massive) bodies then my inner teenager comes out.
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.
Odin’s beard. That was… vivid.
With a daughter who is an RN (she started EMT, then paramedic) and her hubby a paramedic, I’ve heard all manner of stories. But that has to top anything they’ve shared.
I must forward that story to them!
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.
So all lives matter now? Has anyone told Black Lives? They have been taking a counter position for quite a while now.
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.
We deserve to be included and seen.
Nobody could possibly miss you, dear.
TOTALLY not unhinged, you guys. Totally.
I’m not sure I’d judge someone’s character […] simply by their BMI
How about by a succession of perfectly straight parallel scars on the inside of their forearm? Or dentition consistent with an indulgence in methamphetamine derivatives? Or bald patches on the scalp consistent with trichotillomania?
Self-destructive behaviour (or, also, sloth) is self-destructive behaviour.
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)
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
Ooh, it’s all kicking off. Good job I dug this out of storage.
“Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet …”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!”
Raving Bonkers?? That’s Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots. And “PPPPZZZ There goes my head again”? Thhhptt…it’s “You knocked my block off!”. I think y’all got cheated in the marketing department.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-nk1hB8bQI
I think y’all got cheated in the marketing department.
It was the Seventies. It was that or flicking lit matches at each other.
Well, it’s
Marx
Toys after all…
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…
Sam and Daniels contretemps aside, the issue is not just appearance, but appearance plus attitude and demeanor that produces these particularly fetid and disagreeable individuals.
As yet another solid gold Cadillac example, 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. It is also tied to the non-existent wage gap somehow.
As has been said, it is not so much that clowns like this who are so fat their cheeks have rendered their eyes into slits are so huge, it is their smarmy insistence that normal people* not only accept it, but worship them and their purulent personalities for being grotesqueries.
*(Within 2 SD of normal size and not auditioning for the off-Broadway version of The Illustrated Man with illustrations by Mrs. Beaverton’s 3rd grade class)
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.
@ Farnsworth M Muldoon: I wonder if the Latinas claiming they deserve abortion are aware of the eugenics movement of the Twentieth Century?
Jim
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?
So did you have Big Wheels?
I have no idea what that is. Did it involve piling small rocks on top of larger rocks and then skipping around them?
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.
So did you have Big Wheels?
Being good-hearted children, we played traditional British fun-time activities. Like Whose Shoes Are These?, Rattle The Box, and Jigger-Ma-Hoop.
Good times.
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.
I wonder if the Latinas claiming they deserve abortion are aware of the eugenics movement of the Twentieth Century?
I have no doubt that they are completely unaware, though just my ese in the photo seems to wondering, I am wondering why with all the truly caliente Latinas out there, they could only come up with these four rather severe muchachas…
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
So I’m guessing you didn’t have “the most awesomest toy ever!”
Probably never had a bottle rocket fight either, poor chap.
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?
Speaking of simple typos or failures in copy-editing, the above should have read “while [not which] ‘Black and Brown bodies…,'” etc.
He who is without sin and all that.
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.
This is a big, hefty, fully-packed video:
Two Sisters: Body Positive
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.
So did you have Big Wheels?
I have no idea what that is.
Big Wheel
Clearly you were utterly deprived as a child, but you can make up for it.