Dear Thin People--

Thank you so much for gifting me with all your knowledge!  

What do you mean, if I stopped eating 20 pizzas for lunch every day, that I could lose weight?  I NEVER KNEW.

Do you mean, I could stop eating 50 burritos at one time?  OH HOW YOU HAVE FREED ME.

I appreciate your CONSTANT NEVER ENDING time and attention!  I sure will put these 6 full sized pies down now!  I DIDN’T KNOW!!!  :D :D

Thank you for letting me know I was fat.  Despite the wide availability of mirrors and my inability to buy clothes in any store in the mall, I had no idea!  

I will take this new information on board!  You have been so very very VERY helpful to me!  And consistently generous with your time and constant never ceasing attention!  

It must take so much out of your day!  All that time you spend recommending walking to me or wondering about how my knees are.

And we barely even know each other, KIND STRANGER!  

Or maybe you’re a relative!  THANKS, RELATIVES!  You’ve spent years and years letting me know that I just wasn’t meeting expectations.  Gosh.  I’ll try to keep it in mind!

Your generosity overwhelms me!  Truly, I can’t even tell you how overwhelmed I feel. 

Sincerely,

Your Fat Friend/Relative/Person You Don’t Even Know

(Originally written for Tumblr, but I liked it so much I copied it over which I don't normally do.)

Thinsplaining

There has been some discussion about fat shaming in some of the progressive spaces I follow, and I'd like to clarify a few things, because these discussions could be a lot better.

So here's a new rule-- If you are a thin person, you don't get to tell me, a fat person, what is and isn't fat shaming.

How on earth would you know?  If you are a thin person-- let's say for simplicity's sake, this means you can buy non-plus sized clothes-- your experiences of life are not the same as a fat person's.  They just aren't.

If you felt a little chubby; if you doctor told you to lose 10 pounds; if you didn't feel like you were as fit as you wanted to be; this is NOT THE SAME as being a fat person.

If your clothes feel a little tight, but you're going from a medium to a large, this is NOT THE SAME as being a fat person.

If you're a woman, and someone called you fat to hurt you and shut you up, I am sorry that happened to you, but it is not the same.

If you lost weight and someone made you feel bad about it-- that's not the same.

If you gained weight and someone made you feel bad about THAT-- it's still NOT THE SAME.

Fat oppression is not the same as simple body snarking, ok?  It's related, but it isn't the same.

Why is it not the same?  Because it just is, ok.  

No one is telling you to starve yourself and mutilate your organs just to be worthy of basic human decency.  No one is declaring war on your body type.  So trust me on this-- I can excavate a lot of trauma to prove to you that being fat isn't like being thin, at all.  Or you could just believe me.

Except no one wants to.  And this is where the thinsplaning comes in.

Dear thin people--

Look, if I tell you someone is hating on me because I'm fat, stop trying to figure out ways in which they "didn't mean it".  I fucking well know what people mean.  I've been fat my whole life.  I have a lot of practice in being humiliated for my size, so I think I can recognize it when I see it.  

I realize you're trying to save my feelings here, but let's be honest. We both know I'm fat.  And when I have to argue with you that yes, when a person looked me up and down and then pointed and laughed, they were making fun of me for being fat-- you are erasing me.  You are telling me that my lived and very real experiences aren't true.  

And goddamn it, that shit is hurtful.  It's more hurtful that the stupid assface on the street who laughed in my face.  I don't know that asshole, so whatever.  But if I do know you, how about you just trust me on my interpretations of what happens in my life?  

You aren't doing me any favors when you insist that it's not what happened.  Insisting that I'm really not fat doesn't make me not actually BE fat, and it doesn't make other people stop treating me as fat.

EVERYONE DOES THIS.  Just-- stop it, ok?  How about you say,  "Damn, that sucks", and I'll say, "Right, what a fucking cockass turd!" and then we can high five and go get a beer or something.

If it makes you feel bad that someone would call me fat (which, hello? I am), cause you think I'm awesome and gorgeous and all the radness-- maybe you could just say THAT instead. I would be down for that.

Being fat doesn't make me not the awesome, kickass person I am. It just makes me larger than the average.  That's it.  We can both admit that, right? The world will not end, I promise you.  

Thinsplaining is also when a thin person just explains that when they stopped drinking soda or bingeing on bagels or whatever habit they personally had, they lost X number of pounds. And then they look at me expectantly.

This kills me.  I am not going to justify my eating habits to you, ok?  It's none of your goddamn business.  Let's just say that I have tried ALL the diets, and I was still fat.  Anything you can possibly think of, in your thin person brain-- I have tried that, ok?

I am going to require you to believe me on this.  I am NOT going to provide you with fucking proof of what I eat or how much I exercise.  

I am not going to participate in the poisonous comparing of who is restricting what from their diet.  My decision to restrict meat was an ethical one, and I'm comfortable with that.

I got myself a nice little eating disorder when I was younger, and what this means for me is that I have to erect super strong mental barriers around what I will allow myself to think about when it comes to food.  

I can't do restrictions, because it triggers my fucking eating disorder and my lacerating self-hatred, ok?

It is a staggering feat of self will for me to get any type of self-love around my body, as all of the entire world, including family members is happy to tell me that NO ONE will ever love or accept me because I'm fat.

Please don't try to poke holes in that, thin person, by assuming I must be dieting.  I will not thank you.  You may compliment my wardrobe, my hair, my accessories, or my shoes-- but don't make comments about my body.  I will not welcome them.

Do not speak to me about YOUR assumptions about my health.  You don't know ANYTHING about my health.

If you don't think fat people should do X-- you are welcome to keep that opinion to your own damn self.

And people wonder why I walk around "looking so mad" and with a "bad attitude".  I feel like I have to have fists up, ready to scream GO FUCK YOURSELF at the entire world, just to make enough space for myself in the world to simply live.

So no.  It's not the fucking same, ok?

Note: I am not the first person to come up with the idea of "thinsplaining".  See here and here.

 

New Years- Resolved

This is the time of year when everyone makes plans to be a better person, which they forget about around Feb.

This is the time of year when diet talk is even worse than usual, and it is usually excruciating. 

Our culture is so hateful about bodies. I am to the point where I am no longer surprised when someone confessed that they have struggled with an eating disorder.  I am surprised when someone doesn't have disordered eating.

I have struggled with ED.  Lots of people do.  

The typical picture we have of an eating disorder is of a teenager white girl who is very thin.  When in reality, anyone can have ED.  

Men.  Fat people. Old people. People of color.  It can be anyone.  You can't tell by looking.

Diet talk is really hard to listen to for people with eating disorders.  So maybe this year, don't participate.  Don't perpetuate the harm.  

Because even if you think it's not such a big deal to be on a diet (I don't agree, but I support your right to do whatever you want to with your own body)-- for some people, dieting is a way that they hurt themselves.  And listening to other people talk (fucking incessantly) about dieting can be triggering.

I don't like it.  And if you do it, I wish you would stop.

Plus, it's boring as shit.  Come on.  I know you're more interesting than that.

I kind of hate Christmas

This wasn't what I was planning on writing today.

But listen.  If you don't like Christmas-- that's not just you.

If you can't deal with the culture's screaming demands for HAPPY HAPPY HAPPINESS with your family WHO YOU LOVE GO LOVE THEM NOW-- that's not just you.

If it hurts your heart to see all the images of people's super HAPPY HAPPY families, cause your family doesn't respect your wishes or your mental health and so being forced to see the shrieking happiness of the cultural narrative around Christmas is painful-- that's not just you. (And no one is that happy anyway. It's all lies to make us feel bad and buy shit.)

If you can't muster the culturally required emotions around Christmas and family, and you resent people policing your damn emotions all the time-- that's not just you.

You aren't the only person who feels that way.

Christmas is a big shitty stress ball that exacerbates existing family issues, and I am not a fan.

Podcast recommendations

Not feeling so great today, you guys.  I think it's because my day job office is a Plague Office.  

We're creeping up on Christmas, which Josh and I will spend with his family in Illinois, so I have an even huger to-do list to add to my already out of control normal to-do lists.

So for this week's blog posting, I am bringing you a list of my favorite podcasts.  I like to listen to podcasts all the time, but especially at work.  Sometimes, the day job can get a little repetitive.

Citizen Radio  and This Week in Blackness are my go-to podcasts.  I'm a monthly paying member in both.  Because I'm a lefty, and these two podcasts provide coverage of issues that don't get covered elsewhere-- like labor, anti-war, rape culture, LGBT, feminism and race, for starters.

Because even if the regular media bothers to cover these issues, they way they cover them is stupid.  Also, CR and TWIB are funny.  And since the news is often bleak as hell, I could use some funny with my news.  These are the two podcasts that if they don't happen, most make me sad.  How will I get through my day now?  

Also This Week in Blackness is not just for black people.  And honestly, the best thing in the world for white people might be listening to what black people have to say, 2-3 hours a day, four days a week.  

Pop Culture Happy Hour I look forward to this one every week.  The discussions are great, thoughtful and funny, and they have a segment called What's Making Us Happy This Week-- where I find out about awesome pop culture I didn't know about.  The hosts have excellent taste, even about their low brow taste.  I have faced the fact that most of my taste is fairly low brow anyway, so I don't mind.

Welcome to Night Vale  The best I can do here is copy their own description, because this show is pretty hard to describe.

"WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE is a twice-monthly podcast in the style of community updates for the small desert town of Night Vale, featuring local weather, news, announcements from the Sheriff's Secret Police, mysterious lights in the night sky, dark hooded figures with unknowable powers, and cultural events.

Turn on your radio and hide."

I adore this podcast.  It fills my spooky heart with such joy.

This American Life and RadioLab are both public radio shows that feature a range of subjects.  Radiolab's themes tend more science based.  Both of these show are examples of public radio at it's very best, taking issues we think we know and introducing complexity and new viewpoints.

99% Invisible is a very short podcast about design.  And because it's about design, it's about everything.  I love it.

Edited to add- I am no longer a paying member to This Week in Blackness due to issues with fat shaming that they seem unwilling to address.

A note on credit

I am a street photographer. When I'm taking photos of street art, it's not always easy to find out the names of the artists.

If you see a photo on this website where the artist is not credited, and you know who it is, please contact me with links to their work so I can add proper credit to the photo.

The Philly sticker artists on Instagram have been helping me by adding credits to some of the slaps photos I've posted, which is awesome.

There are so many stickers in the city that I don't know how I would have been able to do it otherwise.

Also, other cities-- up your sticker game.  Philly is killing that shit.

Doctor Who

I have been wanting to write something about Doctor Who, but I have been at a loss for what to say.

It hasn't been bringing me the same level of joy since Amy and Rory left.  And let me just tell you-- if you want to induce sobbing in me, all you have to mention is, "Together or not at all."  I will die.

I have theories--

I have found Clara hard to connect to.  

I think there is more call backs to the classic series fans, which is nice for them, but I don't know that stuff.  So their squee is my confusion.  

I like the Moffat intricate timey-wimey plot twists, but I like emotional storytelling more and that has not been the focus of the Moffat stores, especially not the Clara ones.  (I did find the Amy/Rory stories emotional, but that seems to have been a byproduct, not the focus.)

I don't find the Clara/Doctor relationship engaging.

Did you know that Doctor Who has exactly zero women writing for it right now?

Do you know about the Bechdel test? A piece of fiction passes the Bechdel test if it has a least two women in it and they talk about something other than a man.

Do you remember when Doctor Who used to pass the Bechdel test?

Do you remember when the companions had families that they actually ever spoke to?  

Do you remember when there were companions who were older?  Who were not white? Who were clearly lower class? Who fell outside the very narrow standards of what constitutes 'hot' for a woman?  

Amy was a model on the show!  In canon!  Not to mention the first time we are introduced to her (as an adult) she is a Kiss-O-Gram, which is clearly a cleaned up for kid's TV version of a stripper.  I love Amy, but COME ON.

It feels like the show isn't being made for me anymore.  It's for someone else.  Which is alienating.  I know the classic Who fans felt that way during the Russell T Davies run, but guys.  You are guys!  You already have ALL the things!  

There was such scorn and anger at the fangirls invading their fandom, and the perceived Davies "gay agenda". (Gay agenda = gay and bi people exist and are represented like being queer is no big deal.) (I really loved that.)

 I guess Moffat is putting everything back to what some people think it should be, back in its straight white guy box.  And it is more upsetting than just some rando fantasy/sci-fi being for the dominant class only because it really didn't used to be that way.  

Seeing the Tenth Doctor for the 50th Anniversary gave me a sad, because I miss him.  I miss the Doctor Who that was more inclusive.

I know there were calls for the 12th Doctor to be a woman, but I think that would be a horrible idea as long as Steven Moffat is in charge.  He is too much of a bro, and I don't want to see the Doctor as a teenage girl paraded around in a bikini.

No.

*Sigh*

The good thing is, it's Doctor Who.  It'll change to something else eventually, and I might like that better.  And it's not like I'm going to stop watching it.  

While I'm waiting, I can't recommend Sleepy Hollow enough.  Holy crap, that show is insane and amazing!

But I have a boyfriend!

For anyone wondering why I didn't also mention in the last post that I wouldn't fuck that idiot because I already have a boyfriend--

I do have a boyfriend.  But I don't ever mention that to those dumbfucks, even when they keep insisting that NO ONE would ever ever want to have the sex with someone as gross and mouthy as me.

Because it doesn't matter.  They wouldn't believe me, even tho I have proof that I am sexy as hell and have not had a problem finding people to fuck.  That proof is my life.

But the main reason it doesn't matter the most is that if I choose to fight with stupid people on the internet, that doesn't have anything to do with Josh.  HE doesn't want to fight with those idiots, and he isn't my personal property to drag into Twitter fights to quash an argument with his existence.  

SEE!  I DO HAVE A BOYFRIEND = not a winning argument.

It's the same reason I hate using the boyfriend excuse to shut down guys who are trying to pick me up on the street/train/liquor store whatever.  I don't want to be picked up.  That should be enough.  I shouldn't have to explain regretfully that I actually belong to another man, like I'm turning down an art show b/c I'm double booked, so I don't hurt his feels.

I said no.  I said no nicely so STOP ASKING ME.  

Guys, do you know why girls use this excuse even if they don't have a boyfriend, why they give you fake phone numbers?  

Because if you don't, some guys will scream at you.  They will follow you for blocks, screaming at you, until you are scared that maybe this guy is the guy that's actually going to attack you on the fucking street.  

At the very least, they have some rude bullshit to say.

If a guy tried to pick me up and was totally cool and gracious when I said no, I might try to get his number to hook him up with my single friends, because it's THAT FUCKING RARE.

Not hot

To the person who found this website by googling "fat not hot feminist"--

HAHAHAHA!  *deep breath*  HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I'm assuming here that you're some men's right's dbag who has a bug up your ass about feminism... because the likelihood that you were a fellow fat feminist is pretty vanishingly small (if you are = SOLIDARITY!) especially since you included the phrase "not hot" in your search.

You're probably from that men's rights/pick up artist idiot webpage that linked to this site a while back. (Hello!  I can see you.)

Dude, I'm about to blow your mind. For reals. 

I don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuuck if you think I'm hot.  Not even one tiny bit.

I understand that you're afraid that my fellow feminists and I might get to all the girls and let them know that they are amazing and that THEY don't have to care about if all you idiot dudebros care if they are hot either.

And then who will you be able to manipulate/bully into touching your sad, insecure dudebro boner?

After all the women and girls aren't susceptible to your stupid pick up artist pressure techniques, then you might actually have to learn how to be a fucking HUMAN PERSON, because there aren't actually tricks to get women to sleep with you, you just have to be a decent, nice-smelling, halfway interesting human man who doesn't think the world owes him a supermodel on his dick even though he is clearly only average looking (as are we all)

And while you're trying to figure that out, we'll just go ahead and have the revolution with the guys whose brains haven't been completely poisoned by misogyny, and those guys will get ALL the fucking.  Because it will be fun to fuck those guys.

So enjoy your sadness boner!  And remember-- I don't give a shit what you think, men's rights assholes.  You just keep on deluding yourselves that men are really the oppressed ones.

Sure.  And blah blah... black history month hurts white people and what about all the straight people who can't get married now that the scary gays have some rights and don't forget the last time a trans person cat-called you...

Oh no wait.  None of that shit EVER happened.

So to summarize-- men's rights, pick-up artist, entitled douchebag dudebros--

Shut up.  I don't care what you think.  You are pathetic.  

Your hate brings me joy.

Kisses!  (Ha ha, I would never kiss you.)

-Fat and Proud, Feminist, Vegetarian, Socialist Woman.