I ought to be posting more here, but I just can’t get interested. I’ve got half a dozen posts started, but can’t seem to finish any of them.
There’s a fatshion post on cultural appropriation, good intentions, great white saviors, and my own fails.
There’s one on fanart that depicts fat characters as thin, and how very much it pisses me the fuck off.
There’s one on bodily autonomy that’s been sitting there for six months, tying in fatness, pregnancy, being of color and/or trans, and abortion.
And last night there was all the ranting about food fads and “activated almonds” and the difference between staple foods and additional foods. And the comments from a few days ago I just found in the spam bin about how just because we haven’t found a diet that works doesn’t mean diets don’t work, that totally ignored the way bodies work when it comes to dieting. And one about airline seating.
But really, I’ve just been feeling a kind of quiet desperation about the whole thing that’s keeping me from writing more substantively. I read what goes by on Tumblrs like Fat Body Politics and This Is Thin Privilege, blogs like Fat Heffalump and Fat Additives, Twitter feeds like @TheActualFatFox, @BigLiberty and @amaditalks, plus the other people with the blogs and tumblrs already listed, and I can respond to some of it, retweeting and discussing and reblogging and commenting. But it makes me so very sad that when I try to pull my thoughts together to actually say something that can stand alone as a post, I just can’t.
Bigotry wears people down. Right now I’m worn down. So if you don’t know some of the people above, and you want to be reading more about FA, go read them. Come follow me on Tumblr and Twitter (I’m MadGastronomer both places, as I am pretty much everywhere on the internet) and see my more disjointed ramblings, too. But expect some quiet here on the blog for a while.
Have I mentioned that I hate August? No? Well, I hate the month of August. I’m always really depressed in August, and right now it’s especially bad. Like, really really bad. So you may not see me until it’s not August anymore, and things have gotten better, because while I have a lot of things on my mind to talk about — real life examples of exactly how the Tone Argument is a lie, what maintaining weight loss requires for the people most successful at it, reports of scientists hiding evidence that being fat isn’t bad — getting the words down is completely daunting.
So instead, I suggest that people go look at, and maybe contribute to, Fat Girls Doing Things. Cuz I got nuthin, at the moment.
Kath over at Fat Heffalump has said it:
Dear People Who Are Dieting/Trying to Lose Weight,
Shut the fuck up.
Stop trying to force everyone to give you a medal.
You have the whole damn world, you DON’T get/need fat activism to validate you.
Go read the rest of the post. Seriously. Because most of what I can say here is a world of this.
Once again, folks, dieters get support from the vast majority of the culture. They are doing exactly what everyone tells fatties we should be doing: dieting. They can get the entire rest of the goddamn world to support them. Why the fuck do they need our support, too?
They can’t have mine.
Leonard Nimoy (yes, as in Spock) did a set of nude (and costumes) photos of fat performers from Fat Bottom Revue. OMG, GORGEOUS. I so wish I could afford a copy of Three Graces. I am just utterly in love.
There’s a book. You can get a copy for $39, a signed copy for $75, and a personalized copy for $150. I will be getting one, oh yes.
That first link has his artist’s statement, about what beauty is and what he was trying to do. I like it.
But. Just. This has existed as a thing in the world for five years, and I did not know. How did I not know? Who knew about this and didn’t tell me, because you’re fired. Because wow.
I did not think I could like or admire Mr. Nimoy more (despite Bilbo Baggins). I do now, though.
I suppose I really ought to do a whole post about how important things like this and the Adipositivity Project, but tonight I have already taken my sleeping pills, and I need to get to sleep. Perhaps I’ll get to it soon.
Hi. This has not been a nice week. It has been a busy, stressy, headachy, snotty sort of week. I have three posts open that are halfway done and that I haven’t touched since Sunday, including the one on last week’s Optimal Eating efforts (sneak preview: I did not do so well, but bento are fun!). Sorry about that. I’ll get something up as soon as I have the spoons.
In the mean time, go read Ragen The Underpants Rule and You, which I kind of wish I had written.