I have recently been reminded that even when we “get” it, even when we are 100% on board with the struggle to undo our culture’s fat-hating tendencies, we can still easily slip into patterns that understand fat as negative and thin as positive.
Recently, I came across a post that blew me out of the water. Seriously it was the most disgusting combinations of words that I have read in a looong time.
Don’t worry about clicking the link to improve traffic, I used DoNotLink. The content, however, may just anger you though. Roll up your sleeves, y’all. Let’s dig into this bullshit!
As you may have seen by now, two of our wonderfully talented and prolific Generals in the War on Fat, Angie Meadows and Dr. Deah Schwartz, are stepping down to focus on their own projects. They’re going to continue fighting the good fight by leading the charge in other theaters, and we look forward to our continued push toward victory. As a result, we’re looking for a few good fatties to fill our ranks. You don’t need to be an experienced blogger, just a voice and a perspective on life as a fat person. The process is straightforward, just check out our Join Us page to find out how you can enlist. [INSERT OTHER JINGOISTIC METAPHORS HERE]
Fat Uncle Same copyright of Ramon Saroldi.
When It All Ends, the First Ones to Go Will Be the Skinny People and the Habitual Grammar Correctors
There are times when I sit around and imagine that *all this* (the societal norms, the demands, the organized religion, the rat race, the status quo, basically western civilization as we know it) falls.
It all crumbles into a steaming dung heap of what used to be, leaving a lucky few remaining bastards holding all the cards and thinking about how awesome it’s going to be looking like a badass phoenix rising from the ashes of the end times.
Playing field, leveled.
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.