The Revenge of the Few Extra PoundersJuly 15, 2012
Regular reader ‘Stormy’ sent me one of those ‘funny’ ecards that float around the interwebz every now and again along with a stirring question.
“WTF all the fat chicks keep reposting this.”
Good question Stormy. I already answered for you but i’ll delve in deeper as to the why.. and also why it’s so horribly ineffective as ‘a joke’.
Firstly, it’s important to understand possible motive. It boils itself down to a self defense mechanism. The angry victim wants to strike back. There was a time many moons ago when i was not in shape, or popular. I had my own cohort of tormenters ready to pick on me. If you’re being constantly harassed, it’s easier to create a fault in your tormenter and focus on it, rather than look inward and see whether your harasser has a valid point, albeit presenting that point very poorly. And even then, your harasser is just that.. and individual, not a society or class of people. Sometimes people forget this.
Because it’s simply an easier way of dehumanizing their real or perceived abusers. The only way you feel better is by finding or creating out of thin air, something wrong about who you think is holding you down, projecting it over everyone who fits that type per-emptively and making fun of them to build yourself up as being morally, ethically or genuinely superior, especially by adding in the God bit at the end of it. I mean, if God is on your side, how could you possibly be in the wrong? God had to divvy between awesome looks and awesome personality, so it must suck to be a hottie when the big girls have all that awesomeness unto themselves.
But where this one fails horribly is this… i have never found a girl to be hysterical. Funny yes, but not hysterical. If they laughed at my jokes, then they were awesome. Brilliant? I’ve met girls much smarter than me. I like smart girls. I think it’s a great bonus if i could talk about philosophy or current events and not worry about them forgetting to change the oil in the car or put a peanut butter sandwich in the Bluray player. Smarts are great, oversmart not so much. Brilliance is in the eye of the beholder and if played poorly, it becomes a negative trait in the blink of an eye. BUT it was never was my primary interest for wanting to hookup with a woman. I’m a LOOKS first, ask questions late type of guy.
So that slogan really doesn’t do anything, ANYTHING to help their cause and only reaffirms that size 2 women are the type to be around. The careful wordplay tries to make it sound like an insult, like size 2 women are stupid and unsociable. If only the land whales posting these slogan cards actually understood gender properly. This is intrasexual competition at it’s finest. They know that in the looks department they are woefully handicapped in the mate selection department. They’re basically holding the door while the pretty ones get first dibs. They’re pissed. So instead of either:
a)accepting their place and coming to terms with it
b)getting to the gym, eating right and working the weight off
they instead choose option…
c) because it’s the easiest route to take. And option C is the hallmark of the feminist movement. Don’t take responsibility for your own actions, blame others for how they think, tell them why it’s wrong to think that way, and target your perceived oppressors with poorly constructed shaming and ridicule in an effort to get them to realize it’s what’s on the inside that counts…
EGON wrt FEMINIST TWINKIES
Well, let’s say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic[feminist] energy in the New York area. According to this morning’s PKE[feminist shaming level] sample, the current level in the city would be a Twinkie 35 feet long weighing approximately six hundred pounds.
Too bad they’re showing exactly what’s on the inside, and i’m not talking about the happy meal they’ve ingested. I’m talking about the dark poison that runs through their souls, needing to castigate young, hot, thin girls as being ANOREXIC SLUTS that throw up to remain thin just so they can slut it up with many cocks. I call this the lowest form of shaming behavior possible because i guaren-dammm-teeee you this is PURE projection. If the big girls managed to lose weight and look hot, you bet your ass they’d be the first ones lining up at the bar sizing up which dick they’d take home now that they have a choice in the matter. But since they are unwilling to aspire or work toward that goal, they have to attack that which they would love to be with a moral absolutism, trying to convince anyone who will listen that the thin girls should stop being BULIMIC WHORES and put on a few pounds and embrace their awesome personalities instead of trying to look good for ‘boys’. Then when all the weight is evenly distributed, all the girls will be even odds.. tho most guys will be watching their dicks wilt by then.
By taking out their frustrations and ire with a sweeping generalization that skinny chicks are lame social bores, and saying thank God there are human manatees out there to pick up the slack for their stupid svelte sisters.. not only are they trying to shoot their problem tormenting fly with a fist full of buckshot, they also show themselves to be people worthy of my scorn.