Archive for August, 2007

MD… BA in Theatre… What’s the difference?

So earlier this week, when I was still in Chicago, I got one of those “Unavailable” phone calls.  Usually this means 1 of 3 things.  1) my friend Adriana is calling me.  2) the mysterious European mobster I lost my virginity wants to say hello. (for reals).  Or,  3) Fox News wants something. 

This time it was Fox News.  They wanted me to be on TV in 2 hours.  I said “Oh, sorry.  I’m in Chicago, but what’s going on?”
They needed a Health Expert ASAP to comment on Dunkin Donuts new trans-fat policy.  “Oh, we need someone to say that -it’s great that’s they’ve stop using trans-fats, but it’s still not a license to go out and eat as many donuts as you can…”

For starters: 
I have a degree in Theatre from the University of Southern California.  Apparently this makes me a Health Expert in the eyes of FOX News. 

DUNKIN DONUTS!??  WHO THE EFF CARES ABOUT DUNKIN DONUTS!!  I can’t tell you the last time I ate at Dunkin Donuts.  Do we even have them in California?  I think I tried to use the ATM there in Chicago.  Shouldn’t Fox at least try to find a donut fan to moralize on this subject?  Somebody who really has a stake in what’s going on?

I’ll speak for Donut eaters everywhere when I say:  “I don’t need your PERMISSION to do ANYTHING, Mr. TV News Channel!!  YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME.”  Seriously??! Do you really think I’m sitting here, restrained in my chair, rabidly salivating over the mountains of glorious food that float past me- held back from tearing them to peices with my teeth, SOLELY by the fact that YOU HAVEN’T SAID IT’S OK??!!  Puh leeze.  In the words of another famous fatty: “whatEVA.  I do what I want!!”



 fatshionista is full of genuises. 

on-reserve wrote this the other day…

Coming Out as Fat: Making it more convenient
I’ve been going to physical therapy for about four weeks now. Every session, I try to “come out” as fat. You know, when I let someone know that I’m about 99% ok with being fat. I usually do this by making neutral/funny statements such as, “You sure I’m not going to crack this BAPS Board? Can it handle 300 pounds of Awesome?”

Invariably I get:
“Oh, stop!”
“Oh, shush!”
“Don’t say that about yourself!”

I know what that they think I’m being self-depricating. But I’m not. I want to say, “hey it’s ok that you’ve noticed that I’m fat” — that is, I want to be fat-positive but more importantly I want people, especially medicalish people to feel “at home” with fat people, you know, like fat is a part of who we are and they don’t have to pretend it doesn’t exist. I am seriously considering crafting a handout to give to people I’ve recently come out to:

Congratulations! You know a fat person! Ok, you probably know *many* fat people since approximately 40% of all adults are considered fat by all sorts of measures, institutes and agencies depending on who you ask. So what makes me different than all the other fat people you’ve met or treated today? For starters, I like being fat. Yup. Read it again if you need to. Most days, I like being fat. It’s a part of who I am. Just like you might like your blonde hair or big feet or the gap between your front teeth, being fat is a part of my physical appearance that is both a part of me and something I don’t merely tolerate, I embrace. The only real difference is that while having blonde hair, big feet or having a gap between your teeth might make you a target of teasing, it is unlikely that you will be denied housing, a job, an airplane seat, the opportunity to foster or adopt a child, medical insurance or adequate medical care due to one of these aspects of your physical appearance.

Being fat is also not the only thing I like about myself; I’m just as complex as any non-fat people you know. It’s not the only thing I want to talk about but in a world that tries both to not see my fat while simultaneously shaming and discriminating against me for being fat, I like to stick up for myself, to make space where it’s “ok” to be fat. I’m not any better or more exemplary than other fat people and I’m not trying to set myself apart as “better than” other fat people. All fat people who pass through your doors are individuals and deserve an appreciation of their individual selves and medical needs regardless of how much they like or dislike being fat.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because when I make comments about my awesome fat body, you often shush me or try to tell me that I am “not that fat.” Well, I *am* that fat and it’s ok. I realize you are trying to be polite, sensitive and professional but until being fat is as value-neutral as any other physical state, in that it can be acknowledged without being despised, until medical professionals can *say* the word fat and have it just be an adjective, then no real progress can be made. We will always be dwelling on fat and never having a discussion beyond it. We will never research or develop technologies, medicines and surgical techniques that work on all sorts of bodies if we are dead-set on the idea that there is only one correct kind of body to have.

While I’m at it, I don’t really consider “not that fat,” a compliment but do feel free to say nice things about how smart I am, how funny I am, how much you enjoy the way I’ve complied with your course of treatment, how much you enjoy having me as a patient, how much improvement I’ve made or tell me how great I look today. Because, I do look pretty great.

Miss Platnum…

Wherrreee can I get clothing like THIS!!!??

10 Ways To Be A Body Positivity Advocate

I know I’m way way WAY late to this tea party- but I just saw this list on Big Fat Deal – and I think it’s PERFECT.

I don’t know what the etiquette is on reposting other peoples posts.. so if I’m effing up I apologize in advance…

SO.  as written by ,  here are 10 Ways to be a Body Positivity Advocate.

1. Be yourself. Whatever size, color, religion, gender, race, or sexual orientation. Don’t make apologies for yourself. Believe in the righteousness of your cause. Believe that hate helps nobody.

2. Understand that you’re beautiful. Understand that people who criticize your body or my body or Kelly Clarkson’s body can’t take that away from you. Understand that a lot of people are hateful morons, and they don’t reflect on you, and they shouldn’t affect you.

3. Let go of fear. Don’t let fear keep you from living your life the way you want to. Don’t be afraid to put on spandex and go to the gym. Don’t be afraid to order the cheesecake. Don’t be afraid to use the word fat. Boo during the trailer for that disgusting Dane Cook movie. Don’t be silent. Don’t allow yourself to be marginalized.

4. Challenge fatphobic (and thinphobic) statements when you see them. Don’t be afraid to speak up.

5. Read blogs, leave comments, join the community. It’s not a monolithic wall of agreement. There’s plenty of room for debate and conversation.

6. Bring body positivity and size acceptance issues into your communities. Science fiction, LGBT, yoga. Whatever you can think of.

7. Link to your favorite body positivity blogs, maybe in unexpected places or in the middle of unexpected conversations–spread the word.

8. Brainstorm different ways to be an advocate. The dressing room project? Fat hate bingo? The fat rant? All of these began with individuals who are helping make things happen.

9. Create body-positive art. Be a performer, a dancer, a cheerleader, a magnet maker, a photographer, a model, a poet, a painter, a T-shirt designer, a songwriter, a novelist.

10. Have more to say or a unique perspective? Submit a guest post to a blog like this one. Or, if you’re very brave, start a blog of your own.

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