The most uplifting thing I've learned from FPH is how shitlords are all over the place and come from all walks of life. We're nurses, firefighters, electricians, waitresses, pharmacists, chefs, military personnel, gas station cashiers, bartenders, truck drivers... we might not be able to spot each other like the HAES activists can (or hear each other's mouthbreathing from a mile away like a HAES activist can) but we interact with each other every day.  And for any hams lurking in here, I hope you realize that you're forced to interact with us too.  Yes, that normal sized cashier at McDonalds did roll their eyes when you ordered large fries and a diet coke.  Yes, the EMTs lifting your fat ass onto a stretcher are pissed at you for practically throwing out their backs.  When you see a BOGO sale on boxes of doughnuts and decide to get six, the teen bagging them might give you a smile, but he's quietly repulsed. No matter how much "body positivity" I see, it helps to remember that we shitlords really are all over... we're just a lot quieter.