Those Happy Fat People
Says the website of the University Heath Service:
Weight stigma in athletics. I’d better write that one down. The site also stresses the importance of “body positivity,” which is,
Well, losing some of that excess weight would probably help on that front. Less crippling self-consciousness. Less sweating and wheezing, too. We also learn that “weight stigma” is perpetuated by language. Not, say, by being massively fat and the problems that so often follow from that.
At which point, sharp-eyed readers will notice that the direction of all this effort is away from the actual problem.
Well, again, obesity will do that. Best, then, to keep oneself in some reasonable proportion. Rather than faffing about with five-dollar bits of cardboard that make it clear just how neurotic you’ve become. As a result of being fat.
Update, via the comments:
Svh quotes this from the university’s website:
And adds,
Well, quite. And it has to be said, if you’re unwell and are avoiding going to the doctor because you can’t bear the prospect of being asked how much you weigh, this doesn’t sound like “body positivity.” Indeed, the very notion of “body positivity” will likely be of interest only to people who very much don’t feel “positive” about their bodies.
Say, on account of being fat.
And then there’s this, from the College Fix article:
Because – and I say this will love – you’re too fat for the chairs.
So, at risk of sounding insensitive, a choice comes to mind. You can either try to reorganise your every interaction with the universe – every encounter with chairs, mirrors, small spaces, stairs, and so forth – and drag everyone else into some never-ending drama in an attempt to ease your hangups – or you can, you know, dial back on the carbs and sugar and take a brisk walk.
I mean, the thing you can hope to control is not other people.
Update 2:
This seems apposite. Luana Maroja, a professor of biology at Williams College, ventures into the belly of “fat studies” and reports on what she finds:
Here I describe two college-sponsored events dealing with “fat studies”—one in late 2024 and another in April 2026—which I attended out of simple curiosity about this academic discipline. Here is an account of the claims made at these events taken from my notes.
There follows much to chew on. Including claims by supposed educators that “a healthy diet is [whatever] you like to eat,” that fat people are oppressed by dieting and by other people not wishing to be fat, and that such preferences are a form of “white supremacy.” Oh, and the desire not to be fat oneself – dubbed “fat fascism” – is all about racism and the “subjugation” of Palestinians.
Also, chairs are discriminatory and a cause of health problems. Unlike being fat.
Among the educators in question, there was, inevitably, a lot of pretending not to understand things.
Update 3:
Commenter Chow Bag quotes this,
And adds,
The participants do seem to be devoting an awful lot of effort to their word salad and contrivance – and blatant lies – all geared towards avoidance and displacement. Again, the direction of the rhetoric is away from the actual problem. They seem willing to perform almost any mental contortion in order to avoid acknowledging the obvious about themselves and their behaviour.
And so, for instance, we’re told that very fat cancer patients shouldn’t be advised to lose weight, as this is “discrimination,” an outrageous emotional injury, even though their obesity has numerous, quite serious, well-documented consequences in terms of treatment options, complications, likelihood of recovery, long-term survival, etc.
It’s not politics. It’s psychodrama. Albeit in bad political drag.
It’s tempting to invert the scenario and to imagine some gathering of the Anorexics Liberation Front. A roomful of alarmingly cadaverous young women complaining about the alienating vastness of chairs, and about how anyone concerned by the attendees’ self-harming behaviour – say, parents, spouses or children – is being oppressive and racist.
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It’s… hard to know where to start.
Oh, dear lord. That makes guests who get drunk enough to puke in the petunias look positively quaint.
If you find driving in Ireland and the UK a challenge, parts of Italy I have driven in are your next step up. Of UK, Ireland, Hungary, Slovakia, Poland and Italy, it was Italy that was the challenge. Though in the UK I did find the “traffic circle” of just painting a dot in the middle of an intersection most interesting. Don’t recall if I saw it in those other countries, though likely was there in Ireland. Distinctly recall the first one I encountered in some little English village where three roads came together and thinking, “well isn’t that special.”
I did once leave a wedding with a loosened tie and a dishevelled pocket square.
I don’t recall being involved in any heated gun battles.
Time: it is true that in primitive societies (and even europe pre-modern) time is perceived as cyclical and the past (in the form of ancestors) very much in the present. And that is fine…unless you want the benefits of modern society. You cannot run a factory where people show up when they feel like it or when they need money. You cannot run an airline when the crew may or may not show up.
I read an account of someone in Africa asking locals about time. He asked about their death and they agreed this existed because death is certain. But if he asked if they would do X if Y occurred, they would not answer because Y had not occurred and therefore the question did not exist. This makes negotiation, contracts, and legal systems impossible because they all deal with conditionals.
aelf: does a bear shower on the patio? Apparently so.
56th St. and Fond du Lac Ave. That used to be a perfectly nice neighborhood until the ghetto expanded west and north from the city center. I guess it’s too late to build walls and guard towers.
Weight: Being grossly overweight is very very bad for health. Diabetes is almost certain and with that comes risk of blindness, limb loss etc. The lady from “My 600lb life” is no longer with us, nor John Candy. I am retired now but can still cut my own grass etc. I can hop up onto the curb, climb stairs, move furniture. When I have been injured and could not do things, it was very frustrating. To voluntarily get diabetes and become disabled seems wasteful and stupid.
The thing about the body positivity is they think people disapprove because of a fat person’s looks. As David said, most of us don’t care about that. But doctors have a job to do and if you do not take their advice about your weight (or don’t even let them weigh you) you are digging your own grave (literally, as the kids say).
Black criminals invoking God is a strange but not uncommon thing. The dindus–including preachers–think Jesus loves thugs and welcomes them into Heaven.
The kidnapping was in 2023. He was convicted just a few days ago. Would that the officer has killed him rather than only wounding him; he needed killing.
You’re making up for your patrons’ scruffiness.
My mom and her sister, when in their late 70s, decided to visit Cornwall, where we have ancestors. They decided that they’d visit some gravesites (they’re into genealogy) and generally enjoy the Doc Martin vibe.
They’d asked for a compact car, but the agency only had a larger sedan. Although my mom has experience driving on the left, the narrow roads from London to Cornwall put both of them in a right old state. The highlight (!) of the trip was when my mom sideswiped some poor pedestrian in the elbow with her side mirror.
The anxiety of driving on those narrow lanes in a wide car fairly ruined the trip for them. Well, that and the fact that the cemetery consisted of flat stones and a thick overgrowth of brambles, so they could barely make out the writing.
But hey. Scones and cream with jam, amirite?
My husband inherited his childhood home upon the death of his father in Dec. 2020. Bay Park area of San Diego (he went to Clairemont High — the inspiration behind Fast Times at Ridgemont High). We really thought about living there after retiring because, while it was modest home built in 1960, it had a wonderful view of the bay and the ocean, retiring in California was no longer attractive.
And I’m sorry to say, San Diego has gotten even worse. Like, AYFKM?
Impressive, and I don’t just mean the scope of the effort. His stitching was machine-perfect on those rows, and he REALLY got cooking after awhile as far as speed.
WOW.
Now this, Alanis, is irony.
Luana Maroja, a professor of biology at Williams College, ventures into the belly of “fat studies” and reports on what she finds:
There follows much to chew on. Including claims by supposed educators that “a healthy diet is what you like to eat,” that fat people are oppressed by dieting and by other people not wishing to be fat, and that such preferences are a form of “white supremacy.” Oh, and the desire not to be fat oneself – dubbed “fat fascism” – is all about racism and the “subjugation” of Palestinians.
Also, chairs are discriminatory.
Among the educators in question, there was, inevitably, a lot of pretending not to understand things.
[ Post updated again. ]
They’re off their heads.
Well, the participants do seem to be devoting an awful lot of effort to their word salad and ludicrous contrivance – and endless blatant lies – all geared towards avoidance and displacement. They seem willing to perform almost any mental contortion in order to avoid acknowledging the obvious about themselves and their behaviour.
And so, for instance, we’re told that very fat cancer patients shouldn’t be advised to lose weight, as this is “discrimination,” an outrageous emotional injury, even though their obesity has numerous, well-documented consequences in terms of treatment options, complications, likelihood of recovery, long-term survival, etc.
It’s not politics. It’s psychodrama. Albeit in bad political drag.
It’s tempting to invert the scenario and to imagine some gathering of the Anorexics Liberation Front. A roomful of alarmingly cadaverous young women complaining about the alienating vastness of chairs, and about how anyone concerned by the attendees’ self-harming behaviour is being oppressive and racist.
[ Post updated one more time. ]
I don’t think Ozempic would have an effect on me. Isn’t it to regulate appetite? The fact is, I enjoy eating at set times during the day. I want my lunch break and I want it with . . . something. Same with a coffee in the afternoon – it just seems lonely without a piece of cake or a cookie. It just makes that moment of “taking a break” all the more to be relished.
And I am an opportunistic eater. If I stumble upon some delicacy while out and about, I am taking advanatge of the moment to try it. Sure, it often could be purchased for later consumption but what if I die in the next five minutes? Seize the moment, I say!
Today, we shall be dining on store-bought pizza, titivated with extra chillies and grated cheese.
The titivation counts as cooking. So shut up.
That needs to be preserved for future reference and mockery:
A 300-pound fanboy broke one of my beautiful Danish modern chairs.
Seat belts are also “discriminatory”: I once agreed to drive three fatties to an event. The third fatty, who I didn’t know, turned out to be too obese to use the seat belts, which was posed a serious liability risk in the event of an accident. I cured her of any wish to request a ride from me in the future by browbeating her into doing her embarrassing utmost to get the belt fastened.
“Welcoming and Land Acknowledgement” seems a contradiction in terms.
And “community stories.” Oh, you’d never tire of those.
If it had but one neck…
I would prefer to not see someone’s pendulous belly hanging out below his t-shirt.
You don’t hate the media enough.
A three hour harangue by a squad of zampolitz, what’s not to like?
No. His parents have failed him, if the object is to make a display flag it should be like these that that require wood, cutting, shaping, painting, and fire, not playing with string like somebody’s spinster aunt.
♪♫O Canada, our white and frozen land…♪♫
Happy Canada Day to you hosers north of the 49th parallel.
[ Compiles Friday’s Ephemera, admires handiwork. ]
Most likely would and IOW, the target audience.
It is a bit more complicated. The semaglutides (Ozempic™ and Wegovy™ among others) are GLP-1 agonists developed to regulate blood glucose in diabetics found to have weight loss as a secondary effect. Tirzepitides (Zepbound™ and Mounjaro™) likewise were developed for diabetics but as they target both GIP and GLP-1 have a more marked weight loss effect than the semaglutides. Which are approved for weight loss (vs. for diabetes) is another mess, Ozempic™ isn’t, but gets the press because of “celebrities” hopping on the bandwagon early.
Without going into the weeds of mechanisms of hormonal action, possibly the most significant for weight loss is slowing of gastric emptying which gets into other feedback loops and makes one not want to eat as much as one was used to. As reported to me by a noted gourmand of my acquaintance who has dropped a metric buttload of weight, one slice of pizza had the same effect of satiety that the whole damn thing had before.
The reported psychological effect is described as reducing “food noise” so way they work you could still have set time meals but wouldn’t want as much, if you had a cookie with coffee or some other snack, you wouldn’t want as much later. The stuff works.
Cultural appropriation of the highest utility.
Like a police officer, but smaller, weaker and less imposing.
What about boobs?
Actually a round-robin one. A Mexican bandit leader, Joaquin Murrieta, was one of the inspirations for Zorro, which in turn was the direct inspiration for Batman.
Hand curated!
We used to be a serious country.
‘Get your petards! Get ’em ‘fore they’re gone! Petards for sale!’
Speaking of happy fat people …
Again, we live in deranging times.
Thanks. Although I have to be honest, this is hands down the most subdued Canada Day I’ve ever seen. Some of that is we’re having a record heat wave – with humidity it’s expected to reach 104 Freedom Degrees today – but there’s precious little national sentiment in the country right now.
Anecdotally, I’ve never seen/heard more people publicly musing about leaving the country permanently. It’s everywhere.
I haven’t any patience with these half-sized spares.
Dwarf-tossing!
Tiny police: before the great transition, Brits were pretty law abiding and a tiny officer not quite as hilarious, though what she would do with drunk soccer fans…
But now with all the enrichment, cops need to be as big as possible, and armed as well.
Fatties: as for looks, it is hard-wired in what men find attractive that we appreciate and respond to youth, curves, and signs of health because our DNA wants to reproduce. Obese women do not ring any of our bells. None. Sorry for bringing biology into it…
The news has been so bleak of late, it’s starting to drag me down. And if I can’t enjoy European heads exploding in ecstasy over Buccee’s and the Grand Canyon, then what exactly am I doing here? Giving up hope, that’s what. Vantablackpilling.
But as Marilla Cuthbert told Anne in Anne of Green Gables, which my wife watched 10,000 times while we were dating: “To despair is to turn your back on God.”
Or as Gerard Manley Hopkins put it in his poem, “Carrion Comfort”:
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I hope you’re wearing a hazmat suit.
The vile John Podhoretz trying to smear anti-open-borders people by linking them to the old “blood and soil” ideology.
poster boy for integration and assimilation
Maybe lynching wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Also very good idea: Sentence him to the garotte. Require everyone who said he was a good boy who dindu nuffin to watch.