Trigger warning: Discussion of anorexia and assholes who tell fat jokes.
With the recent death of Joan Rivers, and many discussions around her type of insult comedy arising on the interwebs, I thought it the pertinent time to discuss an encounter with my favorite comedian that left a permanent bad taste in my mouth.
I’ve been a fan Craig Ferguson’s for about five years. I never watched him on “The Drew Carey Show,” but I discovered his late night show and fell for his comedy stylings during a time when I was going through deep trauma in my life. His silly antics, intellectual wit, and biting disregard for the go-to gags and lazy jokes of classic late night and other comedians always made me laugh, without fail. He was a storyteller comedian, weaving comedy into historical and everyday situations that everyone could identify with.
This is my FFFinal blog post for FFF, and needless to say it isn’t easy for me to say goodbye. So you may notice a bit of rambling in this post because I want to try and squeeeeeeeze in as much as possible!
My reasons for leaving are entirely due to time constraints. There are just not enough hours in the day/week/month for me to sustain my private practice, my own blog, monthly schmooze-letter, family obligations, and the volunteer work that comes from my involvement in several professional organizations. This is not a new dilemma for me … I have had a refrigerator magnet in my kitchen for years begging for someone to please,
I remember the first time my mom took me to Lane Bryant. It was the summer of 1988 and we were back-to-school shopping. I couldn’t believe there was an actual store that catered to fat girls and women. I was a size 13/14 at the time and for years it had been a struggle trying to find decent clothes to fit me.
Trigger warning: Frank discussion of weight loss surgery.
Confession time: a close family member got a gastric sleeve about a year ago. A very close family member, in fact. I see her less often now that we live in different states, but her physical changes are still evident. She has knee problems and her back took a major hit when she was younger. Now, after the surgery, she can do things physically she couldn’t before. She has more energy, she says.
Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss.
So I’ve had a Health at Every Size® (HAES) philosophy ever since I read Shadow on a Tightrope in December 1983 — which is before that term even existed as such. Later, much later, I wrote my own book, FAT: The Story of My Life with My Body, narrating my experiences of trying to manipulate my body size prior to 1983 (with all the terrible things that does to one’s mind and body), and then the decades after that in which I was living in harmony with my fat body, exercising and eating well. Of course, the fact that I had extremely healthy habits didn’t save me from other people’s misunderstanding and condescension, but it was still worth it, by far. No other relationship matters as much as the one you have with your body/self.
Here I’m glossing over a thing which if I mentioned it might complicate the picture slightly. I was fat my whole grownup life, but then something weird happened. Forgive me, I’m not quite ready to talk about it yet on this blog. I will, though. Give me a little more time.
My husband has been promising to go with me to a “chick flick” for a few years now. Somehow, we never seem to get to the movie I want to see when it’s still in the theater. Mostly it’s because of his work schedule, which is normally messed up. But, he had the weekend off and we had a couple of dollars in our pocket. For a change, we had no parties or other events we had to be at on Saturday.
The stars finally lined up. Read more…
Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss and asshole commenters.
Note: Although there are male actors who feel the pressure to be thin, muscular and attractive, they are often given more leeway than female actresses, hence why I am going to be focusing this article on women in Hollywood.
It’s no big secret that to succeed in the world of Hollywood you’d have to have perfect looks, including perfect hair, teeth, skin, and, of course, a perfect body. We are constantly bombarded with pictures of handsome male actors wearing sharp suits and beautiful actresses wearing elegant, figure-hugging gowns on the red carpet. Each woman wears a dress that reveals their slim figures and tantalizing low cuts showing off their cleavage and other assets. Magazines, tabloids, and blogs blather incessantly and obsessively these women’s choice of attire, among other things, so of course when a woman of size makes it into the Hollywood circle there is much discussion about her and most particularly about her weight.