Long post warning, but picture heavy, and i think quite amusing and snarky because.. patriarchy. Ha, no, just kidding. But i am sweating like a pig from just finishing Plyo-X on a devilishly hot day. So please bear with it.
So my girlfriend’s been staying over at my place for the week, and the day before she’s supposed to head back home she says we should go out for dinner since it’s our last night together for a couple of days. Since i had driven into the downtown core to pick her up, she said I should just park my car and we could eat downtown. Normally i hate the idea of eating in snoot-central but what the hell.
So we walk down King Street near Blue Jay Way and end up at a snooty looking Korean restaurant. It didn’t look cheap. I asked her how much she thought we’d pay, she guessed 10 bucks each (final bill $50, this is why i hate eating out in trendy snooty fucking snobbery holes). They served up some thin slices of pork, beef, and all manner of sea monsters i wouldn’t touch, so she gladly got the bulk of the food. I drank light beer.
I’d like to add for the record i almost broke my leg on the rail connecting the table to the wall. I summoned all my inner alpha to hold back the tears and feign just a modicum of irritation. As we finished our meal i began to do a little people watching and survey’d the room. Something immediately caught my eye, a repeating pattern. So i turned to my girl and said:
Me: I’m noticing something about the people here babe..
Her: Oh yeah.. what’s that?
Me: Well we know i’m not gay.. but damn, there is not one fat dude in the house. In fact each and every guy in here appears to work out. Take a good look..
Me: Yea, take it all in.. lol. Tho i appear to be wearing the second tightest shirt in here. But what else have you noticed?
Her: That alot of the girls are chunky.
Me: Bingo, you did notice.
Her: And not just chunky.. but like fat. Like REALLY fat.
Me: Wonderful disparity no?
Her: That’s not normal. People weren’t meant to be fat. We were designed to be fit. Evolution has gone wrong for some people.
Eventually we started talking about the whole Abercrombie & Finch thing and she agreed with me that those people who are bitching are boycotting a brand they actually want to wear, which would make them hypocrites. They want to be part of a club they don’t want to put any effort in joining. They WANT to wear A&F clothes, and are just pissed that there is only one route to being part of that club. Maintain a size under 10. My girl ended the conversation with the best line i heard in a long time.
Her: Put the fucking fork DOWN!
Continuing with the fat-acceptance theme of my last posts i stumbled upon this huge sack of shit on this total sack of shit web site that 9 out of 10 bulimics recommend for instant purge encouragement.
No link from me, but please go check it out by filling in the requisite HTTP shit in the front and “correcting” the spelling of said vomit inducing site.
Now, i would just like to point out first and foremost the irony seeing the definition of the word bigot displayed so openly for all to see on the premiere feminist website of our time. For those who wish to see the def:
big•ot (noun): A person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group [or GENDER]) with hatred and intolerance
Read that definition over a couple times to yourself..
What’s it sound like it’s describing…
Could it be…
So i’m a bigot because I don’t find fat people attractive or want to have sex with them, but you’re not a bigot because… patriarchy. Fuck you.
Anyways.. best comment on the site came from a Medusa who chimed with all kinds of rational thoughts and verifiable factiods concerning diet and lifestyle in modern America with: