***BODY POSITIVITY***
Judging from how my selfies look these days, this is going
to come as a major shock to a lot of people (eye roll). I treat the fat guy
with the same respect that I treat the athlete. There are good and bad people
on both sides of that spectrum and that’s really the only criteria I use to
decide if I like someone or not. You can do bicep curls and military presses
until the end of time, but until you treat your fellow human being with love
and kindness, you don’t deserve my respect.
I know that sounds ironic considering my love for WWE and
how only a small minority of those wrestlers are out of shape. Yes, I enjoy the
flippy-floppy techniques of guys like Neville and Seth Rollins, but I also
don’t feel the need to bash out of shape wrestlers like Kevin Owens and Bray
Wyatt simply because of how they look. Whether it’s with WWE or real life,
looks don’t mean shit anymore. There are fat guys who are happily married and
muscle studs who are struggling to find a girlfriend. Yes, I know Family Guy is
only a cartoon where the characters beat the shit out of each other constantly,
but the fact that a chubby guy like Peter Griffin can have a sexy redhead like
Lois isn’t lost on me.
Not everybody on this planet has to be a sex object with
rippling muscles and firm thighs. Sometimes I get the feeling that the only
reason we have fat shaming in our society today is because the ones doing the
shaming want someone to jerk off to. They don’t have enough people wax the
carrot to, so they expect the whole world to look like sex statues. So that’s
it, huh? If I were to go to the gym and exercise my ass off until I was 200
lbs, my biggest reward would be people jerking off to me? Gee, thanks a lot.
Another excuse fat shamers like to use to do what they do is
that they’re concerned for their target’s health. So let me get this straight:
you’re worried they might die from a heart attack or a stroke, so you insult
them until they feel suicidal? Great logic. Great fucking logic. If you’re
legitimately concerned about a fat guy’s health, cheer them on, don’t insult
them. That drill instructor logic will get you five knuckles of death right in
the fucking jaw.
So, the primary excuses people have for making fun of fat
people are not enough wanking material and fake health concerns. I thought that
would have been the end of it. And then Bill Maher closes an episode of Real
Time with one of the most disgusting monologues I’ve heard in a long while. He
chastised publications like The Huffington Post for promoting body positivity
because obesity is supposed to be a disease, not a fashion trend. It’s one
thing for him to make fat jokes about guys like Donald Trump, Chris Christie,
and Rush Limbaugh, because those three are bona fide assholes. But to
generalize the argument to include everyday people? Unbelievable.
Imagine if the wrong person were to see that kind of message
on TV. Maybe it’s a fat guy in high school being bullied by jocks. Maybe it’s a
binge-eating fat woman with low self-esteem and suicidal thoughts. No less than
a week after doing an ending monologue about Republicans being trolls, Bill
Maher became a troll himself to the entire obese population. He was already on
my shit list for telling his audience how to dress and bitching about superhero
movies and fast-paced novels. Those things I can deal with. But after that
night of fat shaming, I have to reconsider my fandom for Mr. Maher. Yes, he and
I are both proud liberals with a strong sense of zeal, but is he really
fighting for someone like me with his show?
On one hand, I understand the health risks of being
overweight. I know this, because there were times when I’d get winded climbing
the stairs. I would come home from walks to the convenience store dripping with
sweat like a fire hydrant. I have sleep apnea that isn’t always cured with my
CPAP. The fact that I even have a CPAP says a lot about the state of my body.
Am I the healthiest person on earth? Not really. But that doesn’t mean I have
to feel like shit because of it. There are worse things in this world than
being fat, such as being evil, stupid, shallow, obnoxious, and hateful among
other negative qualities.
In the end, the only one who has the right to an opinion of
your body is you yourself. If you like the way you look, good for you. If you
don’t, do something about it. But if you are going to do something about it,
make sure you have the final say. It’s your body, after all. Making diet and
exercise choices shouldn’t be taken lightly and shouldn’t be because of
coercion or insults. Surround yourself with people who embody a positive state
of mind. They’re the ones who will help you through your body issues, not the
jerk-offs and trolls. Somebody out there loves you and hopefully you love
yourself too. We’ve got ears, say cheers!
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
Two days ago, I finally pumped out “Wolf’s Cannonball”, the
martial arts retelling of Little Red Riding Hood. The next character from that
story to be drawn will be Little Red Sniper. I ordered some red colored pencils
from Amazon and I might wait for them to get here before I get started on this
drawing. I might have other variations of red in my collection, I just have to
look for them.
***BOOK REVIEW***
I only have a little over a hundred pages left to read from
Chris Jericho’s third memoir “The Best in the World: At What I Have No Idea”. I
would have made some progress on it today, but I was feeling the blahs as far
as creativity went. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a more energetic day. I plan on
giving this book the same grade I gave to Chris Jericho’s first two memoirs:
four stars out of five. He’s witty, he’s to-the-point, he’s entertaining…what
more could I ask for out of a pro-wrestler turned author?
***JOKE OF THE DAY***
Q: What did Barack Obama
say to the Republican Party in 2012?
A: Damn Mitt!
