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Have been spending most of my online time elsewhere, but I miss this place. No, not Facebook. SparkPeople.

Health and food talk, probably not interesting to anyone who's not me, and possibly triggering to folks who prefer not to read diet talk. )

So yeah, I'm back. I'll still keep my food and body stuff mostly on SparkPeople, but I wanted to give a little update on where I've been.
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Via [personal profile] supergee, "Things no one will tell fat girls."

I have noticed a shift in public discourse over my lifetime from "fat is bad/ugly/disgusting" to "well, the important thing is to be healthy. if you're healthy, then maybe fat is all right," to "fuck that, I don't owe anyone a healthy or small body. my body is mine." I love this shift, and I associate it with [personal profile] firecat who shared the phrase/concept "healthism" with me many years ago and woke me up out of my stupid judgmentalism about people who don't make a healthy body their first priority.
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Three actual events from the past week or so, put forward as an example of how and how not to respond when you're called out on your -isms:

1) Friendly acquaintance, white, posts a joke on her Facebook whose punchline relies on how "white" Michael Jackson was. I point out that it's rude and racially insensitive to make comments about how someone is or is not black enough. Her friends tell me to get a sense of humor. She tells me she's not racist. I unfriend her, not as a punishment, but because, really, who needs it, and we weren't close or anything. This is her response, locked down so I can't answer: "Out of 830 friends on FB, you were the only person who found that Michael Jackson comment racist. It wasn't. You took it in a way that it was not intended. I apologize for having offended you, but if I didn't rank high enough on your respect list for you to give me the benefit of the doubt, I'm better off not having you in my life anyway."

2) Friend posts a wordplay joke on his Facebook whose punchline relies on the assumption that being fat is a horrible thing that should be avoided. I point out that it's a fatphobic joke and I dislike it (okay, I may have said "Yuck! Fatphobia! Ptui!"). He says, "Oh, wow, sorry. Should've seen that. I took it down. Thanks for pointing it out." I reply, "Thanks. No worries; if I know you, you were focused on the wordplay."

3) Family member talks about "gay marriage." I say "Not gay marriage, same-sex (or same-gender) marriage," and he says "Right. Thanks for the correction." The conversation continues normally.

My point? That I'm always right and it doesn't pay to disagree with me.

No, wait, that's wrong.

My point? That we all say stupid shit sometimes -- yes, even (or perhaps especially) I do! -- but the best response when you have that pointed out is not "No way, you're being oversensitive. No one ELSE thought it was stupid!" but "Oh, wow, yeah. Sorry."

I can't count the times I've had to say "Oops, I fucked up. Sorry about that. I'll try harder." I could make you a MUCH longer list about the times I've had to say "Sorry for dismissing you. Sorry for using sexist/racist/whateverist language." Every time I've said it, it's felt less like I was a complete failure, and more like I was doing a good job at being a grown-up and taking responsibility for my flawed behavior. And I hope it means I'm more careful about that kind of thing now. When I offend people, I want it to be on purpose, and I want it to be the Powers That Be that are getting my barbs, not the people who are the targets of the oppression I claim to be fighting.
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I wrote the following in response to an interesting article[1] at Red No. 3 on fat admirers (FAs). Basically, I don't want to be loved in spite of my fat, or because of it -- I want people to love me for me, and to find me hot because they find me hot.


First I dated men who were with me despite my weight. Then I dated a man who thought I wasn't quite fat enough, and a lightbulb went off in my brain. That was when I stopped settling for anyone who was settling for me. Next, I met and married a woman who wrote a poem about my "Venus bundles of curves" and could sit and look at me all day. I was truly admired and she thought that not only was I hot, but so hot that she couldn't imagine that everyone wouldn't see it.

Nowadays, I still don't settle, and when I walk down the street with my lovers and they admire women who look a lot like me, it just makes me really glad I traded up.


[1] Not going to get into how idiotic I find the phrase "differently-straight". ;-)
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From [livejournal.com profile] dbubley:

Sick subway passengers, most of them dieters who faint from dizziness, are among the top causes of train delays, according to the Metropolitan Transportation Authority.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16444534/from/ET/

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