Yeah. So we’re gonna have words here, and I am going to be angry and pissed. Good times.
About 10 minutes ago, I unfriended a long-time Kossack buddy on Facebook. Because I implored my honest-to-Buddha friends to stop making fun of Donald Trump’s weight, and not only did said friend not do that, but he had about 35 likes and comments responding to his recent despicable post regarding the size of Donald Trump’s ass.
And at least one of those likes and comments were from another Kossack that I have known and loved over the years. I was legit heartbroken, and I cried a bit.
Jesus Fucking Ugh Christ.
I don’t know when or where the hell you folks got the idea that it was totes cool for you to make fun of someone’s looks, I really don’t. IT’S NOT COOL! It’s never been cool. To me, it’s arrogant and cruel and reminds me (daily) why I can’t stand Republicans, and how unfeeling and uncaring towards actual human beings those bastards can be.
When supposed Democrats start to mirror Republicans in terms of dickishness, I start to freak out. Because that’s when the disabled and the people of color and the poor and the LGTBQ communities and the elderly, et al, start to make their stand. “When they go low, we go high!” says Michelle Obama.
How many of you are taking Mrs. Obama’s words to heart right now, at the extreme expense of outright mocking how huge Chris Christie’s gut is? Do you have any fucking idea how many people you are hurting and silencing by doing this?!
I suspect that you don’t, so let me give you a little bit of my own history.
I was born skinny as a rail, in 1969. I stayed that skinny until I graduated high school, and went onto college, at which point my hips and my boobs were all “WTF is happening here? We’re bigger now!”
That was awesome!
But, after I had my daughter (who’ll be 17 this week, oy!), my youth-inclusive bottom fell out. I had gained a significant amount of weight, and couldn’t seem to lose it.
I had never been overweight before, and it was both depressing and crazy-making. At times, the more weight I tried to lose, the more weight I gained. Having never had to watch my girth in the past, I was disturbed and upset about it but, ya know, getting older sucks all around. I didn’t give birth to Little Shiz until I was 31-years-old, so, naturally, I figured that had something to do with it. And I am absolutely positive it did; childbirth changes many women’s bodies, not including my BFF from grade/middle/high school, who only weighs about 10 more pounds than she did in 1987. How annoying! :)
Now, at 48, I weigh more than I’ve ever weighed previously, but it’s not without sacrifice and determination. I have tried pretty much everything, to no avail. My time as a youngin’ is over, and middle age has set in, and it is motherfucking brutal. I used to be able to (literally) eat anything and everything I wanted to, with almost no discernible difference. Now, if I even look at an Egg McMuffin, I gain twenty pounds, no lie.
Of course, not everyone is like this, and this is only my own perspective. But I seemingly understand, probably more than I ever did in the past, how being fat is repugnant in the United States of America in 2017. The prejudice is, quite honestly, everywhere. I cannot escape it, and neither can any other fat person in this country.
This is just how America rolls.
Regardless of who you are, where you’ve been, and what you’ve done, you know someone who’s fat. By “liking” hurtful comments or ignoring friends’ pleas for amnesty, you are not helping anything. In fact, I would posit that you are helping Republicans’ framing of The Other, which exists whether you want it to or not.
No one should be made fun of, simply because he or she is “different”. If you can’t handle that, I have a barf bag at the ready.
/rant off
Wednesday, Jul 5, 2017 · 4:33:09 PM +00:00
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Colorado is the Shiznit
Man, at least half of the comments here are fairly upsetting. I thought progressives were better than this, but maybe we’re just not. I will not be responding to comments I haven’t already responded to, and the only reason I’m not taking this diary down altogether is because it seemed to have a positive effect on a few folks, plus (of course) the point still stands.