Passive shitlording. Waiting in line to pay at a bookstore, holding in front of me a large fancy edition of a book I like and had really good price. I was wearing a bomber jacket and a crop top underneath, the jacket wasn't zipped up but I was holding the book in a way that basically hid anything showing anyway.  Fat woman in front of me looks me up and down, discreetly reaches down to put something back on the shelf next to the cashier.  When she moved I get to see what it was. A large box of chocolate candy.  This got me thinking, if by just minding our own business we can trigger some self awareness in a fatty, imagine what we could accomplish if we actively tried to shitlord whenever possible. It works.