Heck, they could slice a few inches off each others’ rumps and not even have to go down a dress size (from the look of things that would take a few feet). You know what, news reporters? When you find real starving people in America — and I mean Depression Dustbowl starving, not “I’m hungry ‘cos I can’t afford to go to Dunkin’ Donuts every day anymore” — then try to make me cry with stories of people having to “scrimp” on food. I’ll tell you what: I’m a size 18 but that’s normal size not “W” (aka “fat woman”) size, and I stay that way by not eating at McDonald’s every goddamn day. But I see people that huge everywhere, and I don’t know how they stand it. I can remember when people weren’t that gigantic except for an odd glandular freak here and there. (And they usually had nicknames like “Tiny.”) In fact, when my mother and I went to Europe in 1981, we were constantly being told that “American women are too skinny.” I gained about ten pounds over three weeks of European multi-course meals. Those were the days.
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July 19th, 2008 at 8:07 am
I’m the same size (though I’ve discovered the W size is more comfy) and when I see these walking blimps I feel like Sarah Jessica Parker. I don’t know how they can let themselves get like that, either.
The days when I could gain ten pounds in three weeks and not be upset about it are long gone, though. π
July 19th, 2008 at 8:55 am
I just don’t understand this, either. Have relations by marriage (whose parents are originally from Mexico) who are… normal or W, I don’t know precisely, but they are big and not getting any smaller. Wonder if ethnicity adds much variation to ‘McDonalds’ (shorthand for all the bad aspects of contemporary dietary habits).
(Was there a ‘I am slow blogging’ notice that I missed? it has been a week…. Even more Dr Who posts would be better than noth… well, I should stop there.)
July 19th, 2008 at 11:31 am
I’ve been too tired to write. I’m still getting used to working full time (and having to leave the house at 6:15am to get to work at 7). Also it’s been raining almost ceaselessly for the past few weeks, and in Florida rain is usually accompanied by lightning, so I tend not to want to use the computer at those times. (In fact, I usually unplug it from the cable modem. I’ve had network cards taken out by lightning before.)
Anyway, so when I get home my interest in posting anything, including an “I’m too tired to post” post, has been nearly nil. I’m just getting back into the groove now.
July 19th, 2008 at 11:31 am
Oh yeah — and there will be more Doctor Who posts, oh yes there will. Bwahahahahahaaa!
July 19th, 2008 at 11:49 am
That’s funny. You don’t look like a size 18.
July 19th, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Hey, Andrea! Look what I found in yesterday’s paper (yes, I’m slow!). It’s about the theme music writer for Dr Who.
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,,24041444-7582,00.html?from=public_rss
July 19th, 2008 at 9:32 pm
I yearn for the cheesy electronic noodlings from the old series. One of my least favorite things about the new series is the soundtrack — it’s either crashingly overdramatic or sickeningly sweet, and what’s worse, it almost never shuts up.
July 19th, 2008 at 10:33 pm
I suppose NPR figured, being a radio outlet, that nobody would ever see these two pathetic specimens. Or else they suffer from the typical leftist’s immunity to irony, let alone screamingly ridiculous nonsense.
They’re so conditioned to nod solemnly when a male human proclaims he is actually a woman, and then do a heartrending tale of how hard it is for this “woman” to fit in, that a pair of grossly obese lardbutts like these whining about how they are starving doesn’t even trigger a normal response. They’ve completely internalized the John Cleese character in Holy Grail who offers as proof that the woman is a witch, that “she turned me into a newt!”
July 20th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Charles: I forgot to reply to you. Yeah, I hide it well, don’t I… π
Actually, I’m fatter than I have ever been and I can’t really stand it. For one thing, I can’t keep buying new clothes (and the clothing industry takes advantage of fat women by charging extra for anything with that “W” after the size). For another thing, it’s not healthy. I can see the fat creeping up from my “safe” region (around the hips) to my “unsafe” region (my chest, and I don’t mean my Superpowers, I mean where my heart is). And every time I see one of those people with the hanging fat pouches and legs the size of old-growth trees riding around Walmart in one of those electric chair-carts… I am not going there. No way. So I’ve been trying to eat more salad, fresh fruit, and fish… I think it’s working; I can’t eat the fried, fatty foods I used to like — the fat seems to cloy, and I often get an upset stomach after indulging. So I don’t indulge. Much.
One more thing: I was used to being skinny. The thing about the European trip is it was true, at least in the case of my mother and myself. We were pretty skinny, and I was a bra-size AAA. (Now I’m a B-cup — that may not seem like much to you but I feel like Chesty Morgan.) In fact, I used to go around lamenting the fact that I couldn’t seem to get past 95 lbs. Then once I hit thirty-something, Things Changed…
July 21st, 2008 at 11:40 am
Crikey. I’m a 16, sometimes 14, and I feel like the f-ing Goodyear Blimp. I guess I don’t have the talent for looking at other people and going, wow, they’re bigger than I am.
Or it may be that the news stories I get where I live are less “those poooooooooor people they can’t afford food” than “If you are bigger than a ladies’ 8, you’re going to die soon, and we’re going to tell you the 150 possible ways you can die soon. Oh, and then we’ll all go laugh and have a low-calorie picnic on your grave because we’re thin and BETTER THAN YOU.”
(And yeah, I’ve tried the standard weight loss stuff short of getting my stomach amputated and it’s not done much for me. So I guess I’m just destined to be, ugh, BIG.)
July 21st, 2008 at 8:55 pm
If you saw some of the people I see every day, you’d feel plenty skinny, believe me.
July 22nd, 2008 at 1:33 am
Hi Andrea
I’ve put on about 5.5kg (2.2lb per kg) of the ten I lost.
Just can’t stay away from the stuff I shouldn’t indulge in… it’s just, oh a little bit won’t hurt. But it’s a little bit here, a little bit there, a little bit later, a little bit… y’know?
David Tennant doesn’t ring my bells. But I heard his real accent the other day in the “Making of” after the most recent eps of Dr Who screening here in Aus. MMmmm. nice.
July 22nd, 2008 at 4:41 am
Heh heh. And here he is in a kilt. Dunno about those socks they always wear…
By the way, I can’t stand those “making of” things myself, for anything. I find they “break the fourth wall” for me. Also, it’s never anything interesting, because it’s only the usual tv-show making stuff — cameras, makeup, the trite insights of the actors… I don’t mind if they show them after the actual show (then I can avoid them), but BBCAmerica has this annoying habit of showing parts of “making of” bits in commercial breaks during the actual airing of the show. It used to drive me nuts when I’d watch Torchwood. No in fact I am not interested in the fact that John Barrowman is gay. Etc.
July 22nd, 2008 at 4:52 am
Added… Bwahahahahaha!