Two Approaches To Life
Ms Kelly’s outlook, seen below, seems rather fraught and a tad contrived.
And so, if a friend or colleague is trying to lose weight, which isn’t always easy, and this friend or colleague makes visible progress, then, naturally, you shouldn’t encourage them. Lest they press on and become happy. You see, according to Ms Kelly, our expert in such matters, “anti-fatness” – i.e., complimenting a friend or colleague for losing weight and achieving a goal – is “a perpetuation and enforcement of white supremacist beauty standards.” Sheer beastliness. If you must acknowledge the accomplishment at all, it seems you’re only allowed to do it in a curiously roundabout way – say, by talking about their shoes.
Other, perhaps more obvious approaches are of course available.
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say, by talking about their shoes.
“You have so much energy, it’s great”
(and nothing to do with you not being really fat any more).
(and nothing to do with you not being really fat any more).
That does seem to be the gist of it. So, you’re allowed to say that the person is “glowing,” or happy, or fast, or strong, but you mustn’t ever acknowledge the reason for said person being any of those things. Ideally, you should stick to talking about their make-up and their fascinating shoes.
After Twitter declared access to its service a human right (except for the people it bans – it’s not a human right for them obvs) some wit apparently responded
via Tim
“via Tim”
Worstall doesn’t seem to have an RSS feed, so is rather off my radar. I wish he did. Reading through his recent posts I found this comment, on the oppressed ex-royals’ new sprog:
I laughed more than I have at anything on the interwebs for quite some time. Because I am clearly a bad, bad person.
“You have nice shoes……I bet you are so gIad you can see them now when you have them on”
Iike that?
I laughed more than I have at anything on the interwebs for quite some time.
I guess that Steve is Steveageddon.
Credit where it’s due. At least she identifies as a fat bitch on her Twitter profile.
The problem is that in approximately 99.9% of cases the person receiving the compliment will reply along the lines of “Thank you, it’s because I lost so much weight”.
There’s also Ms Kelly’s assumption that fat people will by default be incredibly fragile, indeed neurotic, and will burst into tears if their fatness or former fatness is acknowledged by other people, even positively, even by their friends, and even if their desire to lose weight is known.
Of the handful of chunky people I’ve known, none were particularly shy about their size. Two were cheerily resigned to being fat, which is fine by me, not least because it meant they didn’t whine about it, and the others were quite open about their attempts to be less large. Their dieting and exercise, while sometimes intermittent, were not shameful secrets, or a basis for being oppressed.
An exchange…
I see, Thelma losing 20 pounds means self proclaimed (and apparently quite accurately) “fat bitch” Sarah is by some arcane and Byzantine sorcery harmed. It would be swell to hear her take on this alleged mechanism, but I suspect she is just another of the Legion of Jealous who can’t be bothered to make an effort to do likewise, and the only thing that makes them happy is to see others as miserable as themselves.
As I have said before, these dunderheads are boring and need a new shtick.
P.s. it’s ironic that @thesarahkelly can refer to herself in her Twitter profile as a f*t b*tch but our comment filter doesn’t allow it.
“It would be swell ”
FATPHOBIC!
Or something…
Meanwhile, speaking of dunderheads, on the “More Tweets” off the thread about the oppressed People of Size, we find one Frankie Huang who is puzzled:
Frankie also assures us of the superiority of the wet market because she/her is,
The US being totally absent, as we have seen with the recent kerfluffle, of people totally unconcerned with cleanliness and a hotbed of foodborne disease, you see.
The topic brings us to a battle of Red Factions, on the east side of the Atlantic, the Guardian (of course) assures us wet markets are swell because,
However, on the west side of the Atlantic, NPR raises the alarm that wet markets are the perfect place to spread disease.
Gosh it seems the every second Tuesday homemade jam, fruit, and vegetables from someone’s farm market is exactly the same as a wet market. I know that is where I go to get my fresh civet and possum.
Oops – Frankie above.
Other, perhaps more obvious approaches are of course available.
I would compliment her on how her two feet make it possible for her to GTFO.
a perpetuation and enforcement of white supremacist beauty standards
So is she ok or not ok with being sexually invisible to most white men?
When she gets sexual attention from black men, is it because black men tend to like well-upholstered women, or is it because black men tend to like white women?
Does she feel a solidarity with fat black ladies? Do fat black ladies feel a solidarity with her?
…concerned about whether the average American knows how to wash produce and keep their food surfaces and tools clean at home???
This is a class of ethnic slurs that’s become quite frequent recently.
For example, Black Twitter sharing urban legends about whites not taking showers, or taking showers without washing themselves.
And post-1965 immigrants starting off with a story about their abuela scrubbing the steps every day, and spinning off into this idea that slovenly whites needed immigrants to teach them domestic hygiene.
All that indoor plumbing was just rotting in the fields, and all of those cleaning products used to make moonshine, until non-whites taught us their proper use.
I know that is where I go to get my fresh civet and possum.
Nothing like a roasted leg of aged possum. And a side of baked Shih Tzu.
“Wow, you look great!”
*sobs* “Stop fat-shaming me!”
I dunno. I don’t see it, but in Sarah Kelly’s world–where people pursue victimhood, not happiness–I’m sure it’s spot-on accurate.
Via Samizdata, a long essay on the Marxist war on healthcare:
This paper is linked and quoted, but there are other useful links, too.
For example, Black Twitter sharing urban legends about whites not taking showers, or taking showers without washing themselves.
The story I saw purportedly came from the blog of that great sage of our time, Beyonce, stating that white people don’t wash they legs. I laughed wondering wtf was up with that. Then my dermatologist advised that unless working outdoors made one exceptionally dirty, most office worker types should not to use a scrub brush in the shower, just letting the soap and water run down your legs was enough to keep them clean. Whatever.
Overall people take too many showers and baths – some twice a day. It destroys your skin as bathing/showering and using lots of soap takes away the protective layer of oil on your skin. And then we wonder why we need so many skin products? It is a cycle that is hard to break – use lots of soap to be clean, but then need lots of skin lotions so that your skin is protected. Reduce the number of showers/baths, use a good antiperspirant. Take a quick shower every other day is fine unless you are doing hard labour every day and arrive home covered in dirt and sweat. But the reality in our soft world, few people are actually labouring that hard.
There are live turtles and crustaceans climbing over each other in boxes.
Any fule kno that the only safe animal is a long dead animal. Pre-cut into selected pieces. Laid on a polysterene tray. Sitting on a small bloody nappy. Wrapped in clingfilm.
imply that their body was less worthy when it was bigger/softer
Less worthy? Of what, compliments?
A possible data point: I live in Canada and I have dated a handful of black women (not simultaneously) seriously enough to be privy to the boring elements of the daily ablutions.
In anything but a humid tropical environment, the convolutions required to keep their skin and hair from drying out and cracking were lengthy and involved.
By comparison to my white supremacist ability to roll in and out of a shower in under five minutes, it’s easy to see that getting exaggerated as “white people don’t wash themselves”.
Pre-cut into selected pieces. Laid on a polysterene tray. Sitting on a small bloody nappy. Wrapped in clingfilm.
I know, the thought that a ribeye in a supermarket is safer than a box of who the hell knows what from who the hell knows where in a Shanghai wet market is just crazy talk.
Any fule kno that the only safe animal is a long dead animal.
I’ve had New Yawkers, and even a city cousin from Pittsburgh, express a degree of concern that I would walk out the back of my house, pick and orange or grapefruit off one of my trees, and then consume it. They are afraid of anything that didn’t come through some store such that it was sanctified by an authority of some kind.
…express a degree of concern that I would walk out the back of my house, pick and orange or grapefruit off one of my trees, and then consume it.
Yeah, but the difference between that, or catching a bass which you filet and cook yourself, or a chunk of venison from a deer you shot and barbequed, is antipodal from something in a market filled with fly blown carcasses of anything that moves slower than whoever caught it.
I’ve had New Yawkers, and even a city cousin from Pittsburgh, express a degree of concern that I would walk out the back of my house, pick and orange or grapefruit off one of my trees, and then consume it.
Isaac Asimov had scenes in his robot novels where city dwellers felt horror at the idea of vegetables grown in the dirt(!!!) rather than in nice clean hydroponic vats.
Other options
My word, your teeth must be happy to be less busy.
Company that makes clothing from oil and gas products refuses to make jackets for company that makes oil and gas products.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/oil-and-gas-industry-trolls-north-face-with-ad-accusing-it-of-hypocrisy-after-company-refuses-to-make-jackets-for-fossil-fuel-company/ar-AAKIE2i
antipodal from something in a market
Exactly. There’s really nothing in-between stalking, killing, gutting and roasting your own venison and buying sterilised pieces of anonymous pink flesh wrapped in three layers of plastic and hygienically labelled in a distant factory.
Nothing.
Company that makes clothing from oil and gas products refuses to make jackets for company that makes oil and gas products.
Heh. Well played, oil industry. At least we now know that North Face’s “brand standards” are exactly what you’d expect, i.e., the standard leftist dishonesty.
There’s really nothing in-between stalking, killing, gutting and roasting your own venison and buying sterilised pieces of anonymous pink flesh…
Bingo. Your local butcher is exactly like the wet market Bat and Pangolin Emporium in Wuhan.
Your local butcher
My local butcher?? Sire you jest. Or just don’t live around here.
Or just don’t live around here.
No, I don’t, but we do have a local butcher (OK, one town over) and I am close enough to the Gulf that we can get fresh seafood at the supermarkets, but if we want lamb, that has to come in frozen usually frozen from Oz.
We do have a wide assortment of roadkill and possum on the half shell is in season, so we got that going for us.
possum on the half shell
Your possums are armored??? :-O
Your possums are armored??? :-O
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road ?
A: To prove to the armadillo it could be done.
“Your possums are armored??? :-O”
Never had armadillo, huh?
We do have a wide assortment of roadkill and possum on the half shell is in season, so we got that going for us.
I’ll look for it at my favourite marketing-challenged purveyor of fine road meats.
Never had armadillo, huh?
Never heard armadillo called possum on the half shell.
Never heard armadillo called possum on the half shell.
Tastes like chicken….
complimenting people on their weight loss is inherently fatphobic
Last year, during a break in lockdown, two of the Beloved Sisters-In-Law commented independently on how I was looking particularly svelte and gazelle-like, more so than usual, it seemed. In fact, my weight hadn’t changed. I was, however, sporting a spiffy new haircut, one that apparently has uncanny slimming properties. (Note to self: This Christmas, tip hairdresser more than usual.) In retrospect, of course, I should have shaken them by the elbows and scolded them both for “perpetuating white supremacist beauty standards.”
I’ll look for it at my favourite marketing-challenged purveyor of fine road meats.
I dunno about marketing challenged. There once was a steak house in Cocoa, FL about 30-40 years ago called Grandpa’s Steakhouse. Their motto, “You just can’t beat Grandpa’s meat”. Sold a lot of t-shirts as well.
Well the fact is that obese people are less worthy than thinner fit people for a variety of reasons. If you cannot think of any yourself, then perhaps you are not worthy to participate in discussing such matters.
It can definitely give them a boost! But that boost comes at the expense of fat people. That’s the whole point.
Crabs in a bucket.
I dunno about marketing challenged.
They inhabit a cinder block building in the middle of nowhere. You’d actually expect to find squirrel, possum, raccoon etc. inside. It truly looks like something out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Though I imagine that might appeal to a certain crowd as well. Here’s a picture.
Tastes like chicken….
I went to a conference in San Antonio and one of the evening’s entertainments was a visit to a ranch about an hour out of the city. It was everything armadillo. There were armadillo races, armadillos displayed in cages, and yes, armadillo was featured on the menu. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste.
It was everything armadillo.
Aardvark a mile for an armadillo.
Worstall doesn’t seem to have an RSS feed, so is rather off my radar. I wish he did.
I’ve had luck with these feeds recently:
https://continentaltelegraph.com/feed/
https://www.expunct.com/feed/
http://www.timworstall.com/feed/
Apologies in advance to our host if too many links causes the filter to have indigestion!
Bingo. Your local butcher is exactly like the wet market Bat and Pangolin Emporium in Wuhan.
Today’s NP Platformed newsletter from Colby Cosh included some information gleaned from a study that was ongoing in the months leading up to the Wuhan Coronavirus outbreak:
“I’ve had luck with these feeds recently:”
Oh, cool. Thanks. Subscribed. He doesn’t seem to link to them on his page. (Unless I’m not looking hard enough, which wouldn’t be unexpected.)
Ms. Kelly has hidden her tweets from the rabble.
(Autocorrect wanted to change “Kelly” to “smelly.” Clearly the Apple company is fatphobic.)
“Gorge yourself at Elora Road Meats”
(A Wellington County pun. The lowest form of wit.)
Possums have been moving north over the years from the Lake Erie shore. Don’t be surprised if they hit the bill of fare along with the whistle pigs and porkiepicks.
Heh.
I’m not fatphobic; she’s trimphobic.
Change my mind.
Crabs in a bucket.
“How To Be Happy, The Intersectional Way!”
And these attitudes, while rather poisonous, are not at all uncommon among self-styled activists, for whom neuroticism and bizarre mental contortions are apparently routine.
Bet Ms Kelly is great at those passive aggressive leftist ‘gentle reminders’ too.
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology, so that you can’t even express something honestly for fear it will offend someone – ‘nice shoes’, indeed!
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology,
Well, yes. And so, unhappy people with neurotic inclinations contrive and propagate an ideology that affirms and reinforces those neurotic inclinations. Not exactly a recipe for long-term contentedness. Again, I don’t generally care how chunky a person is. I don’t regard it as my business. But the mental contortions of self-styled fat activists warrant some attention.
Overall people take too many showers and baths – some twice a day. It destroys your skin as bathing/showering and using lots of soap takes away the protective layer of oil on your skin.
When my boys were little they developed a bit of eczema. The doctor (who also had small boys) asked how often I bathed them (every day) and washed their hair (once a week). The prescription was to bath them every day with minimal soap and to only wash their hair when they smelled like the dog. It worked.
Please update your files accordingly.
OTOH, at the rate they keep adding crap to that, they might as well use a Jackson Pollock painting and call it quits.
Slightly relevant, my niece wouldn’t eat the eggs produced by my sister’s chickens, because “they came out of a chicken’s bum.” Sometimes I think you can take this city dwelling too far.
Sometimes I think you can take this city dwelling too far.
Nice to have relatives who farm.
Must be quite a strain, though, having to contort your every thought to fit the proper ideology
Which might partly account for the higher reported frequency of neurosis in liberal women.
…”they came out of a chicken’s bum.”
A combination rectum, urethra, and vagina.
The stupidest person in the world was caveman Har Bol who saw an egg come out of a proto-chicken’s cloaca and thought that would be a good thing to eat. The smartest guy was Har Lan who thought frying the proto-chicken was the better COA.
Your niece sounds like a very smart girl not to eat the damn things.
Reflections on the BBC and its soft spot for communism:
https://capx.co/the-bbc-should-be-ashamed-of-its-whimsical-portrayal-of-british-communism/
Har Lan who thought frying the proto-chicken
Don’t forget his cousin, Har Sam, for making said chicken into a very popular sandwich…
For those of you with a Vexillology fetish, I did a little research on the meaning of the colors, etc. on the (insert something here) pride flag. Unbeknownst to you troglodytes apparently is that there are many, many pride flags. Unfortunately this link does not have the one in Muldoon’s link, but here you go. I doubt you’re curious but I will tell you anyway, my favorites are:
Lesbian labrys pride flag
“Progress” pride flag (I like how Progress is in scare quotes)
Demisexual pride flag
Straight ally pride flag
https://www.health.com/mind-body/different-pride-flags-what-they-represent
For those of you with a Vexillology fetish,
[ Puts down tarpaulin, fetches balloons, baby oil and glitter. ]
Oh wait. My bad.
Unbeknownst to you troglodytes apparently is that there are many, many pride flags.
They left out this one. I believe this orientations is also called “Idonwannabamgmyweirdgfnomo”.
A more complete list of flags, but as I said, this has it all covered.
Meanwhile, getting back to possums, we find why armadillos are armored.
Rightwing blogger launches gofundme for AOC’s Puerto Rico grandmother in latest personal attack
What a complete bastard! Does their evil know no bounds?
on the (insert something here) pride flag
I do believe I’ve maxxed out the numbers of fucks I have to give for all this nonsense of who wants to insert what where, whether or not they have something to insert, or who they do or do not wish to insert with. And that was before they started involving me in how they wish to be referred to when I am talking about them when they are not around to hear it. I’m done. It’s too much work, and life is too damned short to care about all this inserting and not inserting stuff. All these damned flags of specialness for an increasingly-fractured spectrum of navel-gazing. And while Jackson Pollock’s paint dribbles are a good visual representation of what the BLTQWERTYC++ flag is becoming, I think a better represtentation might be found in our gracious host’s archives. If I remember correctly, he featured some “art” by a woman who drank colored milkshakes and vomited the result onto a sheet.
all this inserting and not inserting stuff
Ah, yes. I fondly remember my youth filled with lots of inserting stuff. Now, not so much.
he featured some “art” by a woman who drank colored milkshakes and vomited the result onto a sheet.
Actually, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.”
Cripes. Ten years ago. Ten bloody years.
Actually, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.”
Ah yes – I had suspected there was a performance art aspect to the work, but it must have slipped my mind. As did the excretions of Professor Keith Boadwee, whose colonic evacuations were featured at the link and who, come to think of it, may be better-equipped at making the new, all-inclusive (insert something here) pride flag.
I’ll report myself to the Correction Booth forthwith.
Was someone talking about meat marketing just now?
https://www.facebook.com/Brokenheadsausage/
Interestingly, Brokenhead Sausage is (or was, last time I was there) directly across the street from the Sobering Funeral Home in Beausejour, Man.
Sadly, the meat packers at Seven Persons, Alta., are now trading as Premier Sausage. They originally used the name Seven Persons Sausage.
Here in Calgary there was for many years a business, with a prominent sign that was a landmark on the Trans-Canada Highway, called “Meat Liquidators”. You really felt confident buying meat there. They’re gone now, but in a way the tradition continued at the business up the road now called Cargill Protein, but which stood for years as “Cargill Meat Solutions”.
on the (insert something here) pride flag
At the risk of repeating myself, I really must insist that their standard 3′ by 5′ flags consist of 17 vertical inches of pink, 17 of blue, and then whatever sort of rainbow goodness they want to squeeze into the 1-inch stripe in the middle. I feel it might provide a useful perspective to the noisy activists, showing them how the vast majority of their neighbors feel about their ever-more-specific slicing and dicing of an already tiny sub-group.
insert something here
Band name.
[ Slides bowl of grey peanuts along bar towards Jen. ]
There is no way to do it that doesn’t imply that their body was less worthy when it was bigger/softer.
This is nonsense, of course. There is no such thing as less or more worthy. It’s an all-or-nothing quality. If you can lift Thor’s hammer, you are worthy. If you can’t, you are not worthy. There is no in between.
Cripes. Ten years ago. Ten bloody years.
Just think what you could have done with all that time to make your momma proud. Well…anyway we appreciate you. So there’s that…
Well…anyway we appreciate you. So there’s that…
That’s a comfort.
[ Peers over spectacles. ]
“Member of floor staff to aisle three, please. That man is calling the egg cartons neo-Nazis again.”
So, everyone, just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?
(A Wellington County pun. The lowest form of wit.)
I used to joke to the barmaids when frequenting certain establishments in Guelph, Elora and Fergus that the last thing I wanted was a pint pulled out of a Wellington boot….
can’t believe that a) the brewery choose that as their marketing hook and b) they’re still in business.
just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?
Fewer, gradually.
See that totalitarianism – we invented thaaaat!
I’m all for hunting and eating what you kill, but armadiloes carry leprosy, so I don’t recommend racing them or eating them.
The aversion to deformity is innate–and 400 lbs sure looks like deformity. It is not a turn-on in general. It is also very very unhealthy but keeps lots of docs in business.
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
https://twitter.com/AnyAmountBooks/status/1402335188886110208
Which means that I shall no longer buy any books from them.
Fewer, gradually.
“If it’s not Scottish fascism, it’s crap!”
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
Glass House much?
I’m all for hunting and eating what you kill, but armadillos carry leprosy…
Some armadillos.
There are only about 150 cases of leprosy in the US annually, and only about 50 of those with no known contact with an individual with leprosy, or travel to an endemic area, so the threat from armadillos is really negligible. In any event, unlike the olden days, Mycobacterium leprae is easily treated with antibiotics. Lousy pets, good eatin’.
“If it’s not Scottish fascism, it’s crap!”
Non-Scottish fascism is the work of the Pentaverate.
Glass House much?
That definitely looks like trolling.
Nothing to see here, just a bookshop glorifying the idea of criminal damage:
*speaks in normal conversational voice* “Buzz off, Crisco-breath; If I want any advice on weight-related matters, it won’t be from somebody with their own palpable gravitational field.”
Looking back, I kind of wish that somebody had stolen Abbie Hoffman’s book royalties.
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
It’s certainly possible that it may be a joke or a troll. But we live in such stupid times that I’m inclined to think they’re serious.
Are you sure they’re not merely trolling to get attention?
Scrolled through their feed. Apologized to customers scared off by “anti-vaxxers” protesting outside, and reminding you that they “follow the science” and require masks. [eyeroll]
Tone-deaf, definitely, but since they’re in London they’re
probablydefinitely left-wingers.“So, everyone, just what fraction of Scots are psychotically nationalistic?”
The Nats won about 48% of the vote in the recent election. Which is terrifying in itself, as can be seen from that Dankula video linked by Karl, however I’m prepared to accept that they’re not all actually psychotic monomaniacs. From experience, one in ten seems a fair estimate.