Fat People Eat!
Chris wanted to go out for dinner last night. Aside from the fact that she wanted to go at 4:30 P.M. (which is closer to lunch time than dinner time, if you ask me) and she wanted to go to the White Spot, which is the most bland, boring, white bread restaurant on this planet, and I really wanted sushi, it was all good.
The three of us were seated, Angelina and I were poring over our menus, trying to find something that looked even vaguely interesting, while Chris was making love to her Shirley Temple, when a couple was given a booth opposite us, and it was game on.
The male half of this couple was staring baldly at us, pointing and whispering to his female companion. When I held his gaze, he at least had the decency to look away, but the animated, half whispered conversation the couple had included us and the fact that we were eating at a restaurant.
And that we were fat.
News flash stick people: FAT PEOPLE EAT! We are just like you, really we are; we love, we work, we pay taxes, we marry, we have children (or we don't), we hate our neighbors, we watch too much television, we are decent humans, we are flawed, and we eat in restaurants. We pay the same amount as you for the insipid food at the White Spot, and we have the right to do it without being the entertainment portion of your dining experience.
I'm not sure whether small and "average" size people have small or average brains to go along with their bodies. I can't come up with any other reason why those people would not figure out that we are aware we are fat. It's not as if it's a surprise every day: wake up, get out of bed, take a look in the mirror and Oh My God I'm Fat, How The Hell Did This Happen??
Sizeism is one of the last acceptable forms of discrimination. People seem to feel they have a right to comment on the weight, contours, height and body shapes of others. Where and how they earned this license to share their observations, and why they feel their opinions are of any value are mysteries.
Sort of like why anyone would want to eat anything but a hamburger at the White Spot.
The three of us were seated, Angelina and I were poring over our menus, trying to find something that looked even vaguely interesting, while Chris was making love to her Shirley Temple, when a couple was given a booth opposite us, and it was game on.
The male half of this couple was staring baldly at us, pointing and whispering to his female companion. When I held his gaze, he at least had the decency to look away, but the animated, half whispered conversation the couple had included us and the fact that we were eating at a restaurant.
And that we were fat.
News flash stick people: FAT PEOPLE EAT! We are just like you, really we are; we love, we work, we pay taxes, we marry, we have children (or we don't), we hate our neighbors, we watch too much television, we are decent humans, we are flawed, and we eat in restaurants. We pay the same amount as you for the insipid food at the White Spot, and we have the right to do it without being the entertainment portion of your dining experience.
I'm not sure whether small and "average" size people have small or average brains to go along with their bodies. I can't come up with any other reason why those people would not figure out that we are aware we are fat. It's not as if it's a surprise every day: wake up, get out of bed, take a look in the mirror and Oh My God I'm Fat, How The Hell Did This Happen??
Sizeism is one of the last acceptable forms of discrimination. People seem to feel they have a right to comment on the weight, contours, height and body shapes of others. Where and how they earned this license to share their observations, and why they feel their opinions are of any value are mysteries.
Sort of like why anyone would want to eat anything but a hamburger at the White Spot.
posted by Alphamutt at 5:24 PM
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