A new genre of fiction and nonfiction. Fattire. TL;DR: I can't believe some of what I see and hear regarding fats as being serious or real world anymore. Create a new genre of literature under which we can file these tales, call it Fattire. A few years back I was reading an editorial by Tucker Max regarding what he had accomplished as an author, his change in perspective and why he moved on from his I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell book series, and other aspects of his life in general. One of those in which he took pride was was that his book, essentially a narrative of years of partying and general tomfuckery, created an entirely new genre of writing referred to as fratire. As you can guess, it's a genre which gained popularity rather fast in our self-absorbed society that's constantly pushing the boundaries of taboo and what is and isn't acceptable. Lately, I've seen a lot of pictures and articles purporting shit that I just can't believe any sane human with even a hint of control over their thought processes would attempt. And sometimes it ends up being completely true, not in the least bit tongue-in-cheek or a wishful thathappened type of situation. And that's what confuses and perhaps even frightens me the most. These fuckers really do try this shit, make claims, and think this shit up.  Ergo, I'm thinking we create a new genre of literature, and hell, why not photography as well, to encapsulate (if we can) the warped perceptions and tales of trials and tribulations we see our butterhuffing psuedo-humans thinking, going through or attempting, and call it Fattire. White fatire with one T makes sense in terms of categorical labeling, they're fat, they take up too much room, and I'd hate for it to be confused as a typo for fratire, so Fattire with two Ts seems right to me. Hooray symbolism. Just a thought.