Take it from me please!! Sam Stone has helped me before in a problem once (or was it twice?) he has sagacious advice, otherwise it’s pretty funny stuff. 
<steve martin>Hey, Comedy is not pretty</steve martin>
fauxpas: Hey, I’m just glad the topical ointment worked. <rimshot>
Thanks for the positive ideas, Sam Stone.
(Oh malkavia, FTR I don’t snack. I used to all the time in high school because I have an oral fixation, but smoking cigarettes and biting my nails has been my no calorie alternative to feeding it. My nonalchoholic beverage consumption is all zero-cal, diet sodas and unsweetened iced tea and maybe a cup of coffee (there’s no calories in black coffee, right?) Except for the hour or so at the gym I’ve been spending 4 days a week this last month, I’m pretty sedentary, so that’s probably it. I haven’t really gained much weight since high school, but I hadn’t been doing anything to lose it either.)
If I were psychotic, I would be offended that Rex relegated me to the same undesirable category as a fattie.
There is nothing wrong with finding overweight people to be sexually or romantically unworthy.
Sure. After all…you’d be psychotic.
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Please, there’s no need to fight. You can all be fat.
Would people be piling on RexDart if he was a she, and said something like this …
“There’s no hope for me. I’m gonna be the 30-something moron who falls for the first shortass loser guy who pays more than a dime’s worth of attention to me …”
Something to think about, FWIW.
The “fatass” comment was inappropriate, IMHO … it is something that folks are sensitive about. The post was probably made with the influence of raging emotions in the background, so the little censor in most people’s brains was probably on break for a few.
Oh yeah. That’s very unkind. Plus—“shortass”? Where does anyone use that term? But “short” used as a derogatory statment—that’s mean. One of my friends was 5’11", and he got so sick of the short jokes. (He’s dead now. WW II veteran. Was at Normandy, helped liberate concentration camps. But he still endured the shitty short jokes.)
Ugh. I MEANT, my friend was 4’11". Big difference. He used to say that when WW II first started, he was rejected by the army because he “too short” to be a soldier. So, he got married and started his life. Then, later on, when he was all settled, all of a sudden he was good enough to serve. Pissed him off that he wasn’t good enough at the start. He was proud of what he did in WW II, though.
Sorry. Got on a tangent there.
Careful how you say that Lel, some of us find that attractive. Well maybe not the loser part, but hey I am still a work in progress myself & thusly, not one to speak, 
In all seriousness though, I see the reaction to fat-bashing (& rightfully so!), but will no one defend the psychos out there? I can safely say that I have bothered to date a “normal” woman before & don’t intend to start now! (I am also 24 btw.)
See, to me, the adjective “Psycho” when reffered to a woman is like the adjective “turbo” when reffered to a car. Outwardly normal most of the time, but drop that pedal & lookout! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Anyways, I should also clarify that to me, there is a huge difference between Psycho & outright deranged, but I suppose that’s a topic for another day.
Now if I could only finda girl like Sally from that Third Rock show, but maybe with a tad more weight,
OK, a couple more points and then I think I’m done here, unless something new is added to this. I believe that anyone who has not gotten the point about why a portion of the OP might have been offensive yet is being deliberately obtuse in order to be argumentative, has reading comprehension difficulties, or is just not paying attention. Even if they don’t agree, they should understand what the complaint is actaully about.
I did not mean to be part of a pile-on (and I’m not sure that this qualifies as a pile-on anyway). Honestly, my comments were not directed at RexDart, but at the people who claimed not to understand why some people might have been offended, or responded based on a misunderstanding of the offense.
RexDart, I know that it’s probably small comfort for you, but you have no reason to believe that your life at 24 will be anything like your life at 34, or that if you’re 30 and you haven’t found that “special someone”, that you haven’t a chance. I have a very good friend who recently got married at the age of 34. The woman he married is several years his senior. Neither have been married before.
There are other things to consider as well. My dating life, until I met the woman who I eventually married, was… well let’s just say that it was unspectacular. Yet, we found each other and are happily building a life together. But if you had asked me a month before I met her, I probably would have had much the same feelings about the quality of my life and the same questions about whether I was destined to live my life alone.
There is another secret that I’d like to share with you (looks around carefully). it’s entirely possible that you are not as unattractive to members of the opposite sex as you belive yourself to be. Really. Truly. You may just be… unperceptive.
Remember that unspectacular dating life I mentioned? Well, I found out many years later that it could have been better. Through conversations with old friends, I discovered that there were several women who would have been receptive to the idea of dating and a couple that had outright crushes on me. Some of these women would have interested me. One or two would have interested me a lot.
Why didn’t I know? There are probably a lot of reasons. One is differences in the way men and women tend to communicate. I was astounded not too long ago when my wife mentioned women that she had noticed flirting with, or even hitting on, me. I really had no idea whatsover. Women’s cues that they are interested are often very subtle and are often presented in ways that we guys just don’t pick up on. Another reason may have to do with how I felt about myself during that time in my life. I didn’t see myself as desireable, so I wasn’t as likely to notice someone who did.
What’s my point in all this? It’s pretty basic, I guess. Don’t give up, don’t despair, and don’t be too sure that no one is interested. Pretty good advice for almost anyone, I suppose.
I’ll second what Linus said, on all counts.
Also, I have been going through some old family slides and found some pictures of me when I was younger–and at a time in my life where I felt like the most hideous toad imaginable. (Well, I’m still going through that phase, but let’s not get into that right now…). Anyway, looking at these old pictures, I was shocked to discover that I was kinda…(amazingly enough) pretty in some of them. I had no idea. It makes me wonder if my perception of myself now is skewed too.
Okay, I take back what I said earlier about me being non-psychotic. 
I know right now you think you’re going to live the rest of your life alone and end your life as a foul smell in your apartment, but it’s not true. When you stop and think about it, you’re barely out of your teens. How on earth could you reasonably expect yourself to know how your life’s going to pan out? You’re young, single, in good health. Anything and everything you can possibly imagine can and will happen to you in your lifetime.
If you get a wild hair up your ass tomorrow to sell everything you own, bag the law degree, jump on a plane, and spend the next five years hiking through Europe and having torrid affairs with Swiss milkmaids*, what’s to stop you? At this time in your life, you have only yourself to please. Stop stressing about how everyone but you is pairing off and start exploring some of the gazillion options open to you right now.
Cliche round-up:
“Live, live, live! Life’s a banquet and most poor bastards are starving to death!”
“Lightning will strike where you least expect it.”
“You are better than you think. Ah-one, ah-two, ah-three.” (I have an Oreo for the first person who can tell me who wrote this. I don’t actually remember, so this is going to be an honors-system type thing.)
“The sun’ll come out…tomorrow…bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow…”(Ow! Who threw that?)
I am in no way suggesting that all Swiss women are milkmaids, or that all milkmaids are Swiss, or that either the Swiss or milkmaids in general are wanton creatures who are always ready and willing to roll in the edelweiss with every Nikon-weilding tourist who comes along. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
*Not that all tourists carry Nikons. I’m sure some of them use Kodaks. Or Sony. Or something.
I was the exact opposite. I thought I was an ultra-stud when I was a kid. Only years later, looking back at the pictures, did I realize that I had an arm growing out of the side of my head.
Now I know what the operation was for. My mom said it was to remove an obviated cojones.
I’m glad you feel strong enough to state what you believe.
I think I understand. The OP was not particularly obtuse.
What people get offended over with respect to sex and sexual attraction is largely not my concern. Much like what people are physically attracted to is not my concern. Threads like this bring them both to the forefront. I’m not ashamed of who I am attracted to, and while weight is not such an issue for me, I have been taken to task a time or two for my attractions and I think it was just as shitty then, too.
Absolutely. But instead of attacking people for any possible preferences—a behavior that, when the preference is not liking fat people, is largely positively reinforced outside of forums such as this in that crazy place we call real life—we should encourage them to try and be a little more open with them.
Shame should never go with sex. Ever. Nothing justifies it, even your precious little offendo-meter.
Jesus Christ, don’t you fucking get it? The only fucking probelm was the inference that fat chicks are losers, the leavings that nobody fucking wants. I, and no one else here, gives a shit who you want to fuck! Hell, shout “I loves me some skinny blondes” from the rooftops, I’ll even lend you a bullhorn, but please, don’t feel the need to add “hurry up before I get stuck with a fatass loser.” Do you understand what we are trying to get at here??
More advice from a fellow traveller:
I too have been experiencing some of the same problems you have. And let me tell you, all of your fears and anxieties are completely justified. You, I should say we, are worthless. We have no redeming qualities. We are overweight and unattractive. We have bad personalities. Not even bad in the sense of badass, dangerous, mean bad boy personalities. Everyone likes those. More bad in the sense of dull, unpleasant to be around, irritatingly whiny. But we might be able to get away with all that if we were the kind of people who lacked the self-awareness to realize what losers we are. I’m sure you know others who are just as lame but who consistently succeed at life because they’re just too ignorant to understand how truly awful they are. And whoever said it earlier was right, no one wants to be with someone who doesn’t like themselves. And there’s nothing self likeable about us.
Since we’re too weak-willed to do the right thing and cease the struggle forever, it looks like we’ll be clinging desperatly to life for a few more years before the coronary artery disease or cancer takes us away from our suffering. My advice on how to make those last few moments bearable echoes others who have posted. Our personalities and persons are bad. We should replace them. Death of self is really inescapable one way or another. Sam’s program of hard-work and self-improvement might show results after much time and effort. But then again it might not, because we might still cling to a little hope, a little of ourselves, and that would always trip us up and begin the vicious circle again. No, the poster who said we should join something larger than ourselves had it right. I recommend a cult. Preferably one that arranges marriages for its members. Brainwashing would ensure that our old selves never held us back with feelings of remorse. The cult’s mission and philosophy would give us a sense of higher purpose to ensure that we were no longer plagued by self-doubt. And the arranged marriages would give us continued access to boobies, as often as the Leader permitted. Plus, there’s always the possiblity of mass-suicide.
Chears.
I understand that “fatass loser” says more than “fatass” or “loser”.
I hope he meets and marries that fine, young, firm, skinny college girl.
In a cruel twist of fate, she turns fat and psycho
Perhaps Rex is projecting. He himself has said he is overweight and a loser so, therefore fat people are losers.
He also told us of his excursion into fatland and this excursion ended when the fatass decided not to “settle” for him. Double whammy! God, that’s gotta hurt.
It also seems to me that he is equating what he finds sexually unattractive to general unworthiness and that’s whats sticking in the craw of many posters.