Converting my father back over to the shitlord side. So, when I was younger, my dad was a shitlord. My mother made him stop and called him fatphobic, so he's been censoring himself for the past   10 years or so. Well, today on our way to the gym, I was talking to him about the MommaMayo I posted about earlier today, and got him to agree that her eating crap while being a type one diabetic with 4 children is selfish, and mentioned how the 'hEAlThY fOoD iS exPenSive" is often a myth. On our way home, he sees a fatty riding a bike and jokes "he'd better hope he doesn't crush it!" Then I made a fat pun about investing in stocks relating to fatties, like chairs for fats, and he joins right in. Afterwards, we talk about the absurdity of HAES (I get him almost to tears laughing when I give the metaphor of someone pulverisizing their face with a rock while calling doctors 'rockphobic'). Then I bring up how absurd it is to be proud of being fat, saying something like "What is there to be proud about in being so fat you need a mobility scooter in Walmart?" Again he agrees that being proud of morbid obesity is nuts. So, after years of my mom shutting him up, and me parroting her when I was a small child who didn't know better, I think my father is finally letting out the inner shitlord he's been repressing so many years. And it is GLORIOUS. There's some positivity for you in the wacky world we live in. Don't give up hope.