Holy shit, two months? Yeah, I know.
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Today on Marie Claire Magazine Online came this charmer of a blog post by Maura Kelly. Here’s a teaser to whet your appetites:
So anyway, yes, I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.
Now, don’t go getting the wrong impression: I have a few friends who could be called plump. I’m not some size-ist jerk.
You did not read that wrong, and NO it is not a satire. It doesn’t get any better from there, hoo-boy. It set off quite the shit-storm. Here’s a sampling of the best posts I’ve read today:
The ever-fabulous Lesley of Fatshionista says quite a lot about this and all of it is brilliant, but here’s a good solid:
My rage at this sort of brainless blogging is that despite the lack of critical thinking involved, it has the power to totally ruin someone’s day. It is difficult enough for many fats to just get out the door in the morning knowing that Maura Kellys exist out there; posts like hers are the equivalent of being told, totally unbidden, that they’re right to be nervous and afraid because yeah, everyone really is grossed out by them. “Hey there fatty! Just in case you dared to forget for an instant that you are disgusting and worthy only of disdain and revulsion from a sizeable portion of the people upon whom you foist your fatness every day you dare to step out of your house, here’s a stark reminder! You’re not actually a human being! You’re a gruesome pile of hideously malformed flesh, undeserving of love or affection or even just basic human dignity! No kissing! No walking! Hide your shame! Oh, and by no circumstances should you even consider having any kind of a life until you are thin — by whatever means necessary. Have a nice fucking day!”
There is also Melissa McEwan of Shakesville who points out that shit like that is no different from any other form of bullying:
But, ultimately, none of that matters when it comes down to the basic fucking decency of treating fat people with dignity, irrespective of their particular reasons for being fat. The author of this piece is comprehensively ignorant about granting to fat people the basic dignity and agency that any human being should be granted. That’s beyond being “an insensitive jerk.” That’s being an asshole so thoroughly cloistered in privilege that you can blithely engage in the most vile dehumanization and then wax cluelessly about the possibility you were “insensitive.”
… That shit isn’t just dehumanizing: It’s borderline eliminationist. When we acknowledge that ethnicity, sexuality, disability, and body size can be in total or in part inherited traits, to express revulsion at expressions of sexuality is to implicitly express revulsion at the potential for reproduction, and thus the creation of more of “those people.”
Add in concern trolling about having to pay for “their” healthcare, and you’ve got a stinking heap of “the world would be better off without fatties” on your hands.
Then finally, Jane of Casual Blasphemies responds with a strident refusual to put up with that shit:
You don’t have to answer to anyone about your body. You don’t have to justify your existence to one single solitary person in this entire fucking universe. You don’t have to apologize, you don’t have to explain your exercise routine (if you have one, which you don’t have to have) or go into detail about what you eat or smile and nod politely when someone who “means well” gives you weight loss diet advice.
All in all, some great reading. Say no to bullying in all its forms!