The Tumblr rabbit hole part 4: Miscellaneous FA crap When I make these posts, I normally just browse Tumblr and save all the relevant images to the topic. If I see one that’s totally absurd but not on topic, I’ll save it for later. Here is a post of all the loosely related, miscellaneous FA bullshit I have found. A theme I found is how the fats whine about not be represented in TV/art/media. Which is odd, considering how prevalent obesity is in this world. But the answer is simple - no one, not even a landwhale, wants to look at a bunch of landwhales.  So it’s stuff like this that really piss me off. What do you mean by normalize? That fat men are going to be the go-to in art now? That the next time I draw something (I’m an art student), I’m supposed to ruin my work by drawing something like this (not mine, found on pinterest)? Why? I understand, that from a cultural perspective, what is represented in art during a certain time period is influenced by many factors such as religion, political/economic climate, etc. But that’s not something that can be forced. Art is a fluid reflection of the time it was created in, and no matter how many times you scream “DRAW MORE FAT PEOPLE CUZ I DON’T WANT TO APPEAR AS A NORMAL HUMAN BEING BUT STILL WANT TO FEEL LIKE IT!” it’s not going to happen. How about this next example? As always, the FA movement shifts to bullying and blaming at the drop of a hat Okay, you can maybe find a good couple pieces depicting (and likely drawn by) fat people. But what if I can’t draw fat people because I have no idea how to shade the curves of a fupa (I genuinely don’t). What if I feel a tad uncomfortable drawing a native islander because I don’t know enough about their culture to feel confident that I have accurately portrayed them in a positive light? I might choose to pass on this.  No, that doesn’t make me fatphobic or racist. I have no prejudice for another person based on their skin color. I have no prejudice for another person based on their body - oh, who the hell am I kidding? I hate fat people. That’s why I’m here. I will absolutely judge and make assumptions about you based on your body because your body is a direct indication of your intelligence, worth, and character. It bothers me, though, that fatphobia (which is basically the reaction a normal human has to seeing a bloated, squinty-eyed mockery of a homosapien next to them) has been lumped in with racism. And you know why?  Because you can’t change your skin tone. You can restrict your calories. Here’s another piece of bullshit that goes right into this point. Nope, I’m done. I’m a lesbian. I can’t change that. I’m fit. I can change that. You know what more I would say about that post, so I’m not going to bother typing it out. Enjoy this brief list about why this ham enjoys being a ham. My cat can knead my belly. It’s a cat. It kneads things, whether they be fat or not.  People actually like sitting in my lap because my lap isn’t covered in sweat, grease, crumbs and spilled mayonnaise.  I’ve never dropped my phone on the toilet before, but that’s mostly because my fingers aren’t covered in french fry grease. Also, have you ever hugged a fat person? Their rolls and back fat slipping and squshing through your fingers as they draw you closer, forcing you to inhale their fetid stink as you are pressed against their warm, damp, sticky, quivering mass? Yes? My condolences.  There’s also a staggering number of FA blogs featuring selfies sent in by hammy followers. Here are the cringiest: That stomach does not look like it belongs to a human body. You’re not body positive, you’re fucking hideous. Dear God, I can practically feel the sass and insults radiating off of this one just like her fishy stink does. Mmm, so fierce! You go gurl! I wonder what you’re going to say to me when I shitlord you? Some unwitty comeback, riddled with SJW-isms and anger, in a valiant attempt to deny your emotions and the normal sized human inside of you, begging you to stop and get a handle on yourself? This. You are a mockery of a human being, alright? At your current state, you look as if God himself had let a 4-year-old design your body. You aren’t artsy, you aren’t brave, you are dying.  Semi NSFW, if your workplace doesn’t allow shirtless fat men in shorts (I hope he’s wearing shorts, honestly, I can’t tell). For the brave and the brave alone Look at his swollen, red face. Look at him struggling to think, to force his brain, long rotten by artificial sweeteners and butter flavor, to say something to that poor girl with the very low self esteem. He’s hideous, not to mention pathetic. Find yourselves some eyebleach, my dears, and let us continue into the “I have no shame!” part of Tumblr. There’s a ton of shame in that. It’s abhorrent, it’s despicable. I’m talking about your grammar, by the way. It’s alright sweetie, I know you have beetus brain. The next bunch of posts I’m going to answer as briefly as possible.  If you’re into FA at all, you’re doing life wrong. Period. Hey, damn straight I’m positive with my body, because I take care of it. More than you can say. Yes, it fucking is. Do be ashamed.  Uhhh,, okay, I mean sometimes I have trouble shopping for normal person pants and all (because of your vanity sizing), but wow… Gonna comfort eat after that breakdown? Sofat faces are cute now? Okay, get ready for these stunners: 1 2 3 4 Ewwwwww no.   But what if that was normal, just as they’d like it to be? Can you imagine that being the standard for beauty? We’d have Tess Holliday as a sex symbol, of course. Gyms would become obsolete, as well as most vegetables. Everything would be so wide. Chairs, doorways, etc. The national parks system would be closed because no one would visit. Everything would be paved and scooty-puff accessible.  I might actually write that as a kind of science-fiction story. I’ll keep you posted.