I'm following Zoe Rights on this one... Kind of. I don't know about writing a post every single day, but I'll try. I know, sometimes I write more than once a day, but those aren't always posts-posts. You know, like Roman didn't rape-rape that girl (no, he only drugged her and fucked her up the ass, but ok Whoopi, if you say so).
First of all, the winner to my toys, the winner to my first ever giveaway, and sorry boys, none of you will be fondling my little collection of toys is... (cue for trumpets and flame throwers) NENETTE AM! Come on down, you're the next contestant to win a box full of my
I really want to talk about the Marie-Claire article. You know what I'm talking about... Maura Kelly has the entire blogosphere in a tizzy over her fat hatred. Shit, this chick probably only tried to be funny but ended up being a total bitch! Whatev. I'm not here to explain her, criticize her, applaud her, or bury her alive. Honestly, I don't care for her, nor for her type. When I say I don't care, I mean just that: I DON'T CARE. She doesn't deserve my time, my emotions and certainly not the passion of my anger.
You should see me angry! I hear I'm a cute little fiery one...
But I'm boggled by this whole fat vs thin theory. And honestly, I struggle with my stance on it. I agree, society treats big people harshly. Too harshly. Assumptions and easy judgments are fast and quick on people who are overweight. But, please. That does not mean society is all sweet and peachy with thin people. I've had big women insult me, scream at me, demean me publicly probably just as often as they've been laughed at, judged or ridiculed.
And honestly it fucking pisses me off. This whole holier than thou attitude is really getting to me. No party is blame free of passing off gas nor insults. Nothing has ever been handed to me with a silver spoon or platter or whatever it is they're using to give away freebies nowadays. I wouldn't know because I've never gotten any.
What I do get though is people walking into me, bumping into me, standing right in front of me when I'm obviously WAITING IN LINE, laughing right at my face telling me I'm too clueless for whatever it is I'm expressing, etc. Ad nauseous (yeah, that's what I wrote). And whatnot. And I could go on. (...)
Let's just stop the hatred NOW. Don't hate me because I'm pretty-funny-ditsy-thin-but-sometimes-overweight-drunk-giggly-slobby-muti-tasking-do-it-all-goody-two-shoes-freaky-weird-ass-junk-food-eater! (have you breathed any air yet? please do, I hear it's good for you)
Love me because I'll entertain you and possibly just quite possibly help you grow and bloom (you know you want to eat that toast slathered with Nutella and covered in slices of clementine, you know you want it!)
p.s. How have you been misjudged solely based on your appearances? Go ahead, share I have a box full of tissues for you (no, they aren't used tissues)