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|Wednesday, December 18th, 2013|
Now that the HO scale train seems to be working, we got a sheet of fiber board from Home Depot to tack down the tracks. John lifted the already decorated Christmas tree so I could slide the train set underneath. He commented that the tree weighed a ton... This train set under the tree is a new tradition for us, that we plan to add to. It will evolve over time. Now it is just bare bones.
Mixing retro tech with modern tech seems to be our thing. We listened to Kay Starr on a circa 1958 reel to reel stereo tape during dinner. While setting up the train set later, John played a CD that had a new Kay Starr remix of one of her holiday hits originally from 1948.
|Like Odysseus he will return at last to slay this blog's suitors and regale us with tales of his adv
posted by Dan Guy
My Lords and Ladies of the Royal Court1,
Now, now, don't flip your wigs just yet; this is not yet the return of the illustrious Mr. G -- this is merely prelude, possibly prophecy (if he doesn't make a liar of me) by I, your humble web goblin.
For far too long we have gone without word here from Mr. G. He tweets, he whosays, he releases triple albums with his lovely wife and puts more girdles 'round the earth than has an elderly burlesque troupe, yet no blog has he posted in two months. But he has not abandoned us! I tell you that he will return! And I tell you this because he told me this, and told me to tell you this. In his words, he will be "doing a proper blog post" in the near future.
At the point when Google presided over the shotgun wedding of Blogger and Google+, apparently all blog posts by Mr. G became attributed to "Unknown". Why did no one tell me
this? I have now fixed things.
Since the first of November, and continuing on through the end of the year, a contest has been running among independent U.S. book stores. The prize is a visit from Mr. G, and to win a store has simply to sell the most copies of THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE during the contest period.
Below you may find a list of all participating stores, along with where to find them online. Christmas is a week away, so if you act quickly there may yet be time to get in some holiday shopping and help push your local store into the lead!
1511 South 1500 East
Salt Lake City, UT 84105http://www.kingsenglish.com/https://twitter.com/kingsenglishhttps://facebook.com/kingsenglishbookshop
1175 Woods Crossing Rd #5
Greenville, SC 29607http://www.fiction-addiction.com/http://twitter.com/FictnAddictnhttp://facebook.com/FictionAddictionBookstore
82 Central Street
Wellesley, MA 02482http://www.wellesley.indiebound.com/https://twitter.com/WellesleyBookshttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Wellesley-Books/208745159156382
6208 E Speedway
Tucson, AZ 85712http://www.mostlybooksaz.com/https://twitter.com/mostlybooksazhttps://www.facebook.com/MostlyBooksAZ
51 Tamal Vista Blvd
Corte Madera, CA 94925http://www.bookpassage.com/https://twitter.com/bookpassagehttps://www.facebook.com/bookpassage
Books Inc Palo Alto
855 El Camino Real #74
Palo Alto, CA 94031http://www.booksinc.net/PaloAltohttps://twitter.com/BooksIncPAhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Books-Inc-Palo-Alto/5475664447
522 Hartz Ave
Danville, CA 94526http://www.rakestrawbooks.com/https://twitter.com/rakestrawbookshttps://www.facebook.com/rakestrawbooks
Bookshop Santa Cruz
1520 Pacific Ave
Santa Cruz, CA 95060http://www.bookshopsantacruz.com/https://twitter.com/BookshopSChttps://www.facebook.com/BookshopSantaCruz
15 S Dubuque St
Iowa City, IA 52240http://www.prairielights.com/https://twitter.com/Prairie_Lightshttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Prairie-Lights-Bookstore/27924083261
Boulder Book Store
1107 Pearl St
Boulder, CO 80302http://www.boulderbookstore.net/https://twitter.com/boulderbookshttps://www.facebook.com/boulderbookstore
Books Inc Burlingame
1375 Burlingame Ave.
Burlingame, CA 94085http://www.booksinc.net/burlingamehttps://www.facebook.com/BookIncBurlingame
1295 Bardstown Rd
Louisville, KY 40204http://www.carmichaelsbookstore.com/https://twitter.com/carmichaelsbookhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmichaels-Bookstore/124136360956856
Eagle Eye Bookshop
2076 N Decatur Rd
Decatur, GA 30033http://www.eagleeyebooks.com/https://twitter.com/eagleeyebookshttps://www.facebook.com/eagleeyebooks
Between the Covers
152 E Main St
Harbor Springs, MI 49740http://www.betweenthecovers.com/https://www.facebook.com/btcbookstore
204 N Main St
Hudson, OH 44236http://www.learnedowl.com/https://twitter.com/learnedowlhttps://www.facebook.com/learnedowl
121 W 5th St
Chico, CA 95928http://www.lyonbooks.com/https://www.facebook.com/lyonbooks
2238 Carter Ave
St. Paul, MN 55108http://www.micawbers.com/https://twitter.com/micawbershttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Micawbers-Books/58197328761
Towne Center Books
555 Main St
Pleasanton, CA 94566http://www.townecenterbooks.com/https://twitter.com/TowneCenterBkshttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Towne-Center-Books/142569542253
U C Davis Bookstore
2828 Cowell Blvd
Davis, CA 95618http://ucdavisstores.com/https://twitter.com/UCDavisStoreshttps://www.facebook.com/ucdavisstores
118 N 3rd St
Marquette, MI 49855http://www.snowboundbooks.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/165471948623/
Magers & Quinn
3038 Hennepin Ave S
Minneapolis, MN 55408http://www.magersandquinn.com/https://twitter.com/magersandquinnhttps://www.facebook.com/magersandquinnbooksellers
Books Inc Alameda
1344 Park St
Alameda, CA 94501http://www.booksinc.net/Alamedahttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Books-Inc-in-Alameda/90600029491
768 Boston Post Rd
Madison. CT 06443http://www.rjjulia.com/https://twitter.com/rjjuliahttps://www.facebook.com/rjjuliabooksellers
Over the Moon Bookstore & Artisan Gallery
5798 Three Notch'd Rd.
Crozet, VA 22932http://www.overthemoonbookstore.com/https://www.facebook.com/OvertheMoonBookstore
- I don't know what possessed me to start this blog post as Lord Buckley -- do the kids even know who he is these days? -- but there you have it2.
- It could have been worse. I could have rapped about Christmas jammies.
- There is no third footnote.
|Tuesday, December 17th, 2013|
|Tuesday Trivia Team Names
It was a weak week. Moderately funny team names this week were "Hairy Mary" and "One Order Of Breast Cancer, Hold The Cancer."
Our team name this week was "If You Like Pena Colonics" while the winner was a picture of a snowman with a carrot for a penis.
|Bleeding Horns Murphy's Law
Four years before I did comics about Emily, I put an echolalic cactus in this comic, but it wasn't meant to be funny!
|Too Many Friends
I now have too many lj friends.
You people (it is cool that I call you people "you people", right?) post too frequently for me to keep up.
You know what this means....
Yes, it is time for you to commit LJ form seppuku by stopping posting for no reason (please note, getting too busy or too boring or too cool or illness or blogging being too hard or sleet or snow or driving rain or pregnancy or hysterical pregnancy or count choculitis or hotdog fingers do NOT count as valid reasons).
Yeah, that would be super. Thaaaaaaanks *head tilt, customer service voice*
|A Train Running Under The Christmas Tree
A few days after we put up the C9 string of lights along the front of the house, hung the wreath on the front door, and decorated our white Christmas tree with vintage ornaments, and bubble lamp lights, I found my train set. I bought it back in the 1980's for the express reason of using it under a Christmas tree. It was used once back in Salem MA. After setting it up under our tree, it didn't work...at all. No lights, no motion. I got onto my handy dandy Google search and found a myriad of reasons why my train won't choo choo. Binding seemed to be the usual cause. Several geeky You Tube postings on HO scale train repair later, I said " Intercourse!!!", of course using the slang version.
I pried apart the train engine, and used my newly bought can of TV Tuner Spray Cleaner that I got for our vintage reel to reel tape deck. I sprayed every orifice I could find on the electrics. I let it dry overnite, and then I deep six'd it in WD-40. The toy drained on paper towels overnite, and then the train hit the tracks. The engine woke up, and smoked like crazy... not an original feature of the toy. Then, millimeter, by millimeter...it started to move.
So now we find ourselves at True Value buying screws to hold down the train tracks, Home Depot getting a 48 x 48 inch piece of fiber board, 2 cans of white spray paint. World Market supplied mid century miniature Christmas trees in white, silver, and gold. (World Market also sells San Marzano canned tomatoes for a buck cheaper than the other groceries. I'm making a fresh batch of sauce, and intend to make my first batch of home made pasta... um, Frank...focus on the train thing...)
So, anyways. We have a sheet of fiberboard to literally screw down the tracks of our HO train set, so the tracks will not move, and separate causing the train to stop way in back of the Christmas tree.
Of course you are all thinking, "Your tree is already up, and decorated." Yep, one of us will have to lift the tree, and the other to slide the train tracks underneath. Hopefully it goes badly, and becomes an entertaining Live Journal post.
|Monday, December 16th, 2013|
|Drunken Santa... It feels like Xmas
I went to work and spent the day in the office and worked on various projects and me and my boss talked about missing David, who knew important things that we are only guessing at... Which is okay for government work...
... Then I did a little bit more shopping for Xmas and now am on the couch with the cat...
12/10/13 - TUESDAY
I went to go pick up a client - 1262 from the hospital and got to learn a bit physical therapy ... It was good to see 1262 doing better and see people really caring about doing their well... The people in the hospital and the cab driver...
... Worked in the office, ran some errands, visited a bit with the 415 people, and exercised....
12/11/13 - WEDNESDAY
I went to see 765 to do the clothes wash, breakfast, walk thing, and chatted about reality TV... Then ran some quick errand and cut my finger and went home briefly to bandage and check email .. Then after dealing with some annoying crazy people on the commute from POH (where the staff is great) to 903's where I did some laundry & cleaning for him - while keeping him from stressing... Then another quick errand then home - ran into a comic neighbor on bus - better ride... At home did a few things before watching 'Criminal Minds' and snuggling with crazy cat....
12/12/13 - THURSDAY
Went to see my favorite sweet and funny book hoarder, who told me Westside is giving 1.65 million to save a African American bookstore - while sweet - after the 'we don't have $ to give people cost of living increases' WTF...
... I tried to see 1262 after having a quick NO lunch in a café next to fancy place... But 1262 had visitors... So went to the office and took care of data entry and chatted with co-worker about bookstore WTF! ... Ran another errand on route home to do more Xmas stuff...
12/13/13 - FRIDAY
I went to the office to do various things and then went to see 1262, who had a nurse come by - he is recovering amazingly well ... And he had his junkie friend over .. Who was trying to be very polite... Still not helping as much as I'd like.... Talked with Zeke at Walgreens for a bit before going to work holiday party...
... Work holiday party go food and free booze and nice to hang a bit with my office folks and did talk to two new people I sort of or didn't know... But do to stress and management BS at work tense and badly attended and eye rolls during CEO holiday speech ...
... Went to Sisters of PI party, which was more lively with more laughter then work party and still excellent food and free boozes... Had some funny chats with people ... Including a talk about cat poo 'kitty rocca' with a sister and a Go Go... Home to crash...
12/14/13 - SATURDAY
After watching 'how to train an employee properly" at Popeye's while getting chicken for the FFR holiday party which was great and full of catching up with people, laughter, and posing gnomes and passed out people for FB shots...
... Then Phil and I meet up and went to Writers with Drinks where I got to kick out a few drunk Santas... And listen to some good readings...
12/15/14 - SUNDAY
I had a wonderful radio shoe with Cameron Eng and Rasa .. It was fun with a lot of laughter... Then I when to a special energy pull ritual for Winter Solstices ... I was going to just watch .. But I nervously joined in and got pierced and pulled... It was very cool... It was weird but good...and intense and I had some nice woman, who I can't remember how I know who chatted with me about it as we walked toward MUNI... I got food and crashed...
12/16/13 - MONDAY
I worked in the office doing data entry and moving boxes ... Then went to do an inter-active play... We - the audience got to write play ... It was whacky but cool... Current Mood: tried
|Page 4 of Bathroom Mates
When we last left Zook and Max, Zook had slipped on his own pants and was falling backwards through the air over Max.
|Order books for the holidays
For a limited time only, I’m offering signed/personalized copies of the Astronaut Academy books.
For $12 each (shipping included). If you’d like the books to arrive before Christmas definitely place your order by December 17th!
Paypal to email@example.com
(be sure to include the names you’d like the books personalized to.)
Mirrored from it's yaytime!.
|Witness To Entitlement
John and I spent 3 nights at the Disneyland Hotel this past weekend, and as always, we have stories to tell. Besides the attractions at The Disneyland Resort, there tend to be equally fun experiences that one gets for free.
We always go to Trader Sam's, the tiki inspired bar at the Disneyland Hotel after the parks close. Tropical cocktails, and Pu Pu Platter inspired food. It is now so popular, that there is a line waiting to get in, just like the old days outside the gay bars in Boston. The place fills up, and gets to capacity, so one has to wait to get in. First come, first served...
We were first in line waiting to get in when a party of 8 walked up. Elegantly dressed, coming from an expensive event, and demanding priority over everyone else they wanted entry. When told they would have to wait in line like John and I were doing, they were not happy. They were also told they could sit outdoors by the fireplace, and get service there. They were not happy, but settled themselves fireside.
Did I mention they were all, already well marinated?
John and I were swiftly let in by the manager, she knew us from the night before. We ordered Shrunken Zombie Heads, and a Shipwreck. We got fried green beans, and ordered another round. Now you know we are geeks, and spread our geekyness around. As Sci Fi fans, we love James Darren as Vic Fontain in "Deep Space Nine".
And of course his earlier TV role as Tony in "The Time Tunnel".
And as Moondoggie, in the "Gidget" movies, when he was at the top of his singing career.
Getting back to our tropical cocktails, we decided to go outside by the fireplace to let more of those in line to get indoors. At the fireplace was the party of 8, that were so indignant earlier. One well dressed girl was already passed out, snuggled up close to her well dressed date. Suddenly she erupted like a volcano on the Pacific rim, spewing chunks of expensive, undigested meats, side dishes, and cocktails all over her date, and his dinner jacket. Little Miss Entitlement continued to erupt, spewing forth all over the patio furniture, and the ground at her feet. Sequined gal pals dragged her off to the ladies room...they did literally drag her. Her knees and toes were scraping the pavement. Her date frantically tried to take off his jacket, as the spew, was seeping through. So much fun to watch.
So, here's James Darren again, with one of his chart topping singles, before he was on "Time Tunnel", and "Deep Space Nine".
|Sunday, December 15th, 2013|
Yesterday at a party, someone was talking about a taco box.
I asked them if that was code for Vagina Vagina.
|Saturday, December 14th, 2013|
|Page 3 of Bathroom Mates
Max has a pretty powerful tongue to tear the tail of a word balloon in half. Also, bootleg R.E.M. lyric in panel two.
|Me, backstage at Webster Hall
Not my most flattering photobomb.
Being behindb the scenes at such a storied venue made me feel just like all the famous performers who also whacked their knees and then fell down the tiny, ill light backstage stairwell.
|From Friendly Ghosts to Gamma Rays reviews THE FOX #2
"It is a well written, wonderfully drawn throw back to Silver Age fun. Bam! Pick this title up! No questions asked. I don’t even want to write anything else about it so I don’t spoil the fun.
I could go on about the cool characters they are digging out of the Red Circle vaults and including in this title, which when mixed with the crazy story and perfect pacing becomes one of those dream-come-true titles. I could even go on and say how it’s superior to the New Crusaders relaunch from last year, which is saying a lot because that was a pretty cool title itself. I could even go on and on about the power house of fun that is Waid and Haspiel as they burn rubber across each and every page of the main story. But I won’t blah-blah-blah you to death here. I’m just once again going to tell you that, like the New Crusaders, it’s fresh superhero fun and you should pick up this title. You don’t have to know anything prior about this universe, it’s all told very clearly so anyone can jump on (which is wonderful being it’s a world not too many readers are familiar with anymore)."
Read the rest of the review here: http://comicattack.net/2013/12/13/ffgtgr12132013/
|Friday, December 13th, 2013|
|Tuesday Trivia Team Picture
If our team ever wins, we get a picture taken of us and it is posted to the bar Facebook. We have won often enough that we try to take original pictures each time.
I present to you, Our Team Name Is Eight Words Long.
I am the second from the right.
|Page 2 of Bathroom Mates
You can always tell when my comic was intended to be in black-and-white when Zook's horns are black instead of brown.
|This Weekend - Comic Book Jones 6th Anniversary Event
Hey, folks, I should've posted this earlier but these things happen, especially when you're sick and not sure if you'll be able to make it (I'm on antibiotics now and am doing better so I won't be contagious). Anyway, I'll be signing at Comic Book Jones
this Sunday, December 15th here on Staten Island, in celebration of six years of selling the funnybooks. I plan to get their by 12 or so, and will be doing freebie sketches for kids and adults and everything in-between, as well as hawking the same two friggin' books I've been pushing for the last few years a these things (actual new books are coming in 2014, I swear).
Other creators appearing will be Jacob Chabot, Chris Giarrusso and Frank Tieri. A good card for kid's drawings, so bring the imps, you wimps. On Saturday Fred Van Lente, Ryan Dunlavey and Charles Soule are appearing. Every goddamned thing in the joint is 25% off the entire weekend. Make the trip, you drip!
BTW, CBJ's anniversary posters were drawn by the talented Talent Jones, aka Lauren Monardo.
I've tried every which way to personally turn people on to my wares (to the point of giving it away for free) and, ultimately, I never figured out who cared what I did until my work was contrasted on "the shelf." Your friends/family/peers will most often support your cause but to be sanctioned by "the shelf" is a qualifier for most buyers. I feel that "The Shelf," for all its difficulties and hardships to get a seat on, is a CURATED shelf. Sometimes curated by bonafide taste-makers and critics, often curated by friends/family/peers, or, worse, money that buys you a spot on that crowded shelf. Still, that crowded shelf, even as it expands its digital tentacles into our phones, is an important shelf to be on. The alternative is to spark a scorched earth of "Me/Me/Me/and ONLY me," a tumblr culture we're steadfast entering as the entrepreneurial world becomes more and more narcissistic and nihilistic. I'd rather fight my way onto the shelf and use that leverage to find a way to stick out because it's a pretty amazing shelf. Call me old but the shelf is the place I look to when I want something classic or new and fresh. Despite the shelf, I seek and build community to help spread like-minded gospel....to be a part of something.
|Thursday, December 12th, 2013|
|Being Fat In The World
Mirrored from Words, words, words, art..
(content note: discussion of body hate, disordered eating, mental health issues, harassment, etc)
What is a microagression?
A microagression is a small, non-physical act that takes a negative, hostile, insulting, etc stance toward people of lower status. The term was originally used to refer to issues of race but is also sometimes used to describe similar actions with regards to gender and gender expression, class, ability status, etc.
On December 11th, Melissa McEwan started the hashtag #fatmicroaggressions on twitter “because I was having a moment of fedupedness with people pretending that fat people’s lived experiences are not spoken about, not known.”
I started college in 1997 when I was 18 and already pretty solidly in the grips of an eating disorder. If you’d asked me about it, I would have talked about diets and willpower and how unbelievably fat I was. At the time, I was still able to shop in “normal” clothing stores and wasn’t unbelievably fat. But adults had treated me, since childhood, as a massive disgusting fatbag one snack away from imploding from my own fatness. Didn’t I know how disgusting I was? Didn’t I know how cute I’d be if I’d only lose some weight? I look back at photos of myself as a kid, and sometimes I was a little chubby and sometimes I was skinny, but I wasn’t a fat kid. But adults around me were super quick to enforce the idea that I was a fat kid and fat kids were fundamentally worth less than non-fat kids. I think a lot of that was in reaction to the fact that my mom is fat… that they were trying to stage some sort of intervention to prevent me from going down the same (constantly dieting, constantly hungry, constantly hating herself) path she was on. And I internalized that. I took it as a given that I didn’t deserve clothing that fit properly or looked good, that I didn’t deserve to sit on the nice furniture for fear of breaking it, that I didn’t deserve people to treat me well, that I shouldn’t expect to ever find a husband or have kids (neither of which I was interested in at the time) unless I was willing to be strong and use my willpower to lose weight and get skinny. Because I was just lazy and indolent, that’s all, and all I needed to do was pay attention and count calories and measure things and work out and walk just a little bit and not so fucking much.
I stopped doing ballet (and tap and jazz) because my instructor told me I’d never be able to go en pointe, I was too fat. Too bad I don’t live in Russia or I could have joined Big Ballet, made up of dancers who weigh 220 lbs and up. I stopped doing tumbling/gymnastics because the instructor refused to help me get into positions she helped the other kids get into, and responded to my complaints of physical bullying (shoves, pokes, punches, and pinches of my little tummy) with an admonition to lose some weight (I was under ten years old). My pediatrician dismissed my mom’s concerns over my recurring ear infections, bronchitis (2-3x a year), and strep throat and advised her to put me on a diet. (When I turned 20 I got a new doctor who immediately had my tonsils removed. In the ensuing 14 years I’ve had bronchitis maybe 3 times total instead of 2-3 times a year. She also, worried about my weight, put me on an anti-depressant because it tended to suppress the appetite. She completely missed the part where I was incapacitated by Depression and Anxiety, but boy did she see my stomach and decide losing weight would do the trick. She missed the obvious signs of PCOS, too.)
By my senior year of high school, I was subsisting primarily on heavily caffeinated diet sodas. They were calorie free and filled me up sloshily and gave me energy which I needed because I was taking in so few calories. They also gave me horrible headaches thanks to the artificial sweeteners, but it was worth it, because no calories! I counted calories to the extreme, measuring out teaspoons of peanut butter for sandwiches and making hot cocoa with half the amount of the mix recommended. And when I was too hungry to keep doing it, when I’d been fasting for three or four days, I’d go on a binge and eat until I hurt while hating myself the entire time. I had excruciating nightmares for years about eating, would wake up racked with guilt from eating in dreams.
At some point in college I encountered the Venus of Willendorf and, possibly somehow through that, Marilyn Wann’s website Fat!So? which was a life changer. They both started me thinking in a very fundamentally different way about my body and my place in the world. I later discovered Intuitive Eating and Health At Every Size (HAES) and Kate Harding’s Shapely Prose and other blogs from the fatosphere.
I’m a lot healthier– and a lot fatter– now than I used to be. I rarely have my blood sugar drop so low I get shakey and nearly pass out. I haven’t fasted or binged in a long time. Keeping a food log can trigger incredibly unhealthy mindsets and behavior in me, but I can keep one if I need to (for instance, to be sure I’m taking in enough calories in a day). I still deal with stress by losing any inclination to eat, and sometimes realize that it’s almost bedtime and I’ve literally eaten nothing that day. I still have deep rooted problems, physical and mental, from the way people have treated me and my body for daring to exist as a fat person.
And I encounter similar problems pretty much every single day, people pre-judging me and my worth based on my size.
When I was pregnant, my first OB-GYN did not have a scale that went above 250 lbs. In order to weigh in, I had to leave his office, walk into a different office of a different doctor, and ask to use THEIR scale. I’ve had doctors fret that I was too heavy for their exam tables (I’m not). I’ve had medical staff refuse to use a larger sized blood pressure cuff (which skews my BP reading, making it register as abnormally high) or insist on using a thigh cuff (which is too big, and also gives a false reading… this time of too low). I’ve had many medical staff offer me exam gowns that were ridiculously small, because they simply don’t stock plus size gowns. When I had just delivered my child via C-Section, which is major abdominal surgery, and was still unable to feel anything from my chest down, I was expected to self-transfer from a gurney to a bed because the nurses didn’t want to touch my fat body. When I accidentally soiled myself (again, just had major abdominal surgery, had no sensation below the chest) they refused to clean me up and I lay there caked in feces for over an hour. When they DID clean me, they did an incredibly poor job. The morning nurse assumed I was simply incontinent and had regular bowel leakage because that’s just how fat people are. Medications, including birth control, are not tested on people over a certain size, resulting in fat people routinely being given the wrong dose of medication.
Every day that I leave my house I know I am going to be judged harshly by people. They are going to pull faces if I sit near them on the bus or train. They are going to be extra angry if I’m too slow crossing the street. People who see me with my kid assume I’m his aunt or nanny and not his mom. I know for a fact that I’m statistically likely to receive inferior medical care, that if I need an EMT they might stand around mocking my size instead of assisting me, or might post photos of me and insults to twitter or facebook. If I go into a grocery store, someone would feel it well within their rights to take photos of me and post them online with insults. In fact, there’s websites devoted to mocking people my size. People feel it acceptable and normal to casually insult me simply for existing, to judge me and find me wanting based solely on what they see.
I’m not going to pull that ridiculous “last acceptable prejudice” card or claim that anti-fat bias is somehow unique in the world of hatred and -isms. I’m also aware that as a white woman who usually doesn’t look obviously disabled I don’t get slammed with as much bias as other fat people in the world.
Every day I wake up and go out into a world that’s full of assholes. Every day I wake up and brace myself for absolute strangers to attack and deride me. Every day that I post something online i wait for the “lol ur fat” responses to roll in– and they frequently do.
So Melissa McEwan started this hashtag and people started posting under it. And some of it’s petty little shit like cashiers side-eying their Halloween Candy purchases and some of it’s bigger stuff like being denied birth control or having eating disorders and other medical issues go undiagnosed/untreated. And some people responded with WELL THAT ISN’T REALLY MICRO NOW IS IT.
I have 2 responses to that.
1) When you deal with toxic bullshit every single day, what should be a huge instance of hate and bias kind of sinks into a background noise. Pretty much every very fat person I know has had their medical concerns dismissed because they’re fat and “they just need to lose weight.” So on the one hand, that is (or should be) a huge fucking issue. On the other hand, it’s incredibly common. Almost every fat person I know dreads having to find a new doctor (or A doctor if they haven’t got one) because it means you’re probably going to have to shop around extensively just to find a person who treats you like a human being and not a gross sack of lipids. So a lot of the things mentioned under the hashtag? Are super huge things and not micro at all. But you know what? Those things are so common, so ubiquitous, and so many people feel they are deserved, that they just… lie there. Accepted. Acceptable.
2) It’s rare for the voices of fat people to be centered, to be heard, to be granted legitimacy. So fat folks see these kind of thing, and on twitter there’s very little barrier to entry, and suddenly… they’re entered into a conversation with other people who have Been There, who have Experienced That, who have Survived That, who Know How It Is. And the dam breaks. And all this fear and resentment and anger comes pouring out. Yes, there’s a difference between that woman on the bus who got up huffily after you sat down because your thigh touched hers and she didn’t want your gross fat cooties and the time you went to the doctor and he dismissed your questions about MS and advised you to eat more kale and lose weight, but at the same time, those exist on a spectrum of hate that affects all fat people and both are equally acceptable ways to react to fat people: with disgust, with anger that they exist, with dismissal. Just go away and don’t come back until you’re skinny.
The trolls, of course, have come out.
It’s easy to lose weight, they say. You’re just making excuses, they say. One asshole, whose entire account seemed to have been created solely to seek out and harass people who’d participated in the hash tag, tried to dismiss some of my claims. MAYBE THEY JUST SECRETLY HATE YOU.
Precious little one.
It’s not a fucking secret.
It is socially acceptable and valid to hate people, to treat them as less than human, to consider them both worth less than thinner humans and also to consider them worthless.
That’s not a secret at all.
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