It Just Happened

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.