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.
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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.