posted by meowser
OK. So now my Fats and Crats story is getting ripped to shreds on Majikthise. Apparently the owner of this site finds it deeply offensive that I would have used the phrase “disappear me” to describe what Obama, et al, want to do to fat people. And after posting what I thought was a rather classy, on-topic, non-accusatory reply, stating that I had, in fact, come to eat better, eat less, and exercise more than I used to and still had a BMI of over 35, someone predictably accused me of lying about what I ate. Her exact phrase? “You can’t reason with a junkie.”
A junkie. A JUNKIE. Someone who does not know me, has never seen me, and knows only my BMI has determined that I am not just a liar, I am an addict, a person who breaks the law, steals other people’s property to get her fix, someone who just needs…yeah, disappearing. I have to be secretly pounding donuts! I just HAVE to be! They don’t have to actually witness it with their own eyes. Apparently I am capable of telling the truth to strangers about what I weigh, but not about what I eat.
I have never, ever understood how these Internet Dickwads think. Could someone explain this to me? If I was really a liar, wouldn’t I lie about my weight, too? After all, you can’t see me. I am pseudonymous. For all you know, I am Miley Cyrus and am just posing as a fortysomething fatass as a hilarious social experiment. In blogland, I can “be” anything my imagination allows. But actually, I choose pseudonymity so I can be more honest about who I really am and what’s going on in my life, not less. Besides, anyone who knows me knows I absolutely suck at lying and hiding things. I couldn’t even lie to my own parents as a teenager. Never did it once. I’m really not kidding about that. (Aspie stuff, y’know.)
I mean, I probably should find it funny that someone can win Fat Hate Bingo 1 and 2 in a single paragraph. Like Zuzu says, can’t these people come up with any new material? “You’re just a food addict,” check. “You’re in denial,” check. “Donuts donuts Twinkies Twinkies McDonald’s,” check check check. Over and over and over and over and over again, the same shit. After all, only someone who’s really got iss-yews really gives a flying rat’s ass about the voluntary eating habits of a complete and total stranger who s/he can’t even see, let alone waste precious time and energy convincing him/herself that I can’t possibly be eating what I say I’m eating. I should be laughing myself silly about their iss-yews. Haw haw haw.
But somehow, the laughs get stuck in my throat. Why? Because people who believe this stuff have all the power in this world, and I have none. Because they assume these things about me, my career choices are limited, my ability to get health insurance or emigrate to another country or adopt a child is limited, my very freedom of movement is limited. Because this kind of shit is happening on a feminist blog, from non-trolls on a feminist blog, who actually believe that if you look like you eat donuts you must be eating them and therefore you are a bad feminist. Therefore, it’s not so frigging hilarious to me. When, I ask, will this mythos finally lose its power? When will self-identified feminists stop making it their business to rip other women to shreds simply for not
being healthy looking “right”?
Can I get an AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! from the congregation?