Oh, I know that I should not do this. There are something like, what 12,000 registered posters on the board, and around 130 people have visited this thread, though some more than once, so narrow it down to around 110.
DISCLAIMER: (My rant does not include those with various medical conditions causing obesity nor those taking medications which causes weight gain or those otherwise physically unable to reduce their weight.)
No one actually agrees with webmaster, though from general statistics in the US, fat is not all that accepted. Yet to be PC, everyone has to accept fat, be kind to fat, understand fat, be sympathetic because fat became fat due to various trauma in fat’s past or because of genetic tendencies or illness or medication. The basic styles discourage fat. Not many exercise infomercials show fat using the over priced and not very effective machines they are selling.
Carrie Wilson just went from fat to attractive. Roseanne Barr trimmed off some fat, but still remains fat. I’m still working on wondering why most black women as talk show hosts are poster children for fat. The TV sitcom, The Parkers, is about sexy (??) fat. I don’t watch it.
I went shopping during the holidays and was inundated by fat. Fat women, fat men, fat girls, fat kids! Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat women wearing tight shorts or stretch pants that display a yard of butt! Fat men waddling along wearing jeans that clearly showed their inability to locate their ‘thing’ hidden under that projecting shelf of fat. Fat momma’s discussing sex and me wondering how ‘he’ could even find ‘it’ through all of the rolls of flesh. Fat girls stumping along dressed like guys, determined to be independent fat, daring skinnies to make any fat comments, pushing shopping carts heaped up with enough chow to feed 6 people, most of it high calorie stuff.
Fat men and fat women who camp in the aisles and don’t budge an inch to let anyone else by. Fat kids at the local buffet, heaping up plate after plate of chow, especially sweet desserts and then washing it all down with diet soda. (I just love the hell out of that.)
Huge fat on TV, like rappers, acting like every woman in town wants their blubbery bodies, leering lasciviously out at buxom slender dancers, bragging and trying to grab their crotch, but having problems getting past the enormous acres of stomach.
Fat lives on Jerry Springer, comes out in sheer, silky, low cut clothing, then gets enraged when slender husband/boyfriend cheats on them with a smaller woman. Fat couples flab onto the show and brag about sex and I try not to hurl as unwanted pictures of saggy, baggy, sweaty, obscenely nude bodies attempting an elephantine coupling, complete with rolls of gelatinous skin hanging down flash through my thoughts.
Fat Chicano’s strut onto the stage wearing tent-like clothing, bragging about what studs they are and I wonder if they can even reach behind to wipe their asses. Then, the inevitable fat attacking fat, the ponderous surging of heaviness on the stage, massive boobies swing like partially filled sacks of oil, great bellies extend feet over groins, which sport a smaller, secondary ‘belly’ and asses a yard wide bounce.
Faces turn into grotesque parodies of humanity, appearing to be masks of wax-like melted mean, like out of old wood cuts from some 18th century book, or in an early 1900s fairy tale story.
Why to fat women so often wear short hair which turns their heads into something like a cantaloupe sitting on top of a watermelon? Why do fat men so often wear shaggy beards that extend the size of their head until it resembles a pumpkin on top of a watermelon?
I recall fat, mouthy women in bars. They almost always seem to start the trouble. I wonder why fat, tall men buy tiny economy cars that list to one side when they drive up and they have to fight to get out of.
Why are so many older rednecks card carrying members of fat city? Why do so many of them live in Texas? Why do short, fat, hairy, New York City older men of Italian heritage insist on wearing tiny spandex swimsuits on the beach, that they can’t see below their enormous bellies anyhow, tons of huge gold rings and just have to eye up the young, pretty girls while insisting that they could give them the rides of their lives?
I get tired of being politically fat correct. I’m 30 pounds overweight, but I don’t let it get any further and I certainly don’t whine about it. I’ll never let it get to the point that I have to lift it out of the way to see my thing or the tops of my shoes.
I’ve run into ex-girlfriends who, 15 or 20 years ago were trim and slim and pretty, who now are fat and bitchy looking, complaining about their weight, wearing clothing that makes them look like lesbians and makes me glad I never married them. Their fat kids are pale, pasty, mouthy and bratty, who spend way too much time inside playing video games instead of outside running off the blubber. They grumble about their lousy husbands, who are big, but not fat, and don’t seem to realize that hubby started getting lousy when they gained tonnage and could no longer fit into that sexy underwear.
Americans and Germans have the copywrite on fat, though the Germans have a historical excuse. Americans have scores of excuses for being fat, having fat kids, demanding that everyone else understand and accept their fat and accommodate their bulk.
Know how I loose weight when I want to? I get off of my ass, I work harder and I eat less calories! Plus, if it ever gets to the point that I can’t trim my belly, then it’s liposuction, baby! That fat never comes back because the process removes the fat cells.
