"Researchers at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine published a study showing that, because of food production and transportation factors, a population of heavier people contributes more harmful gases to the planet than a population of thin people.
Given that it takes more energy to move heavier people, transportation of heavier people requires more fuel, which creates more greenhouse gas emissions, the authors write."www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/04/20/thin.globa
Yes, because, obviously all fat people eat non stop. And of course, all of them drive, too. *rolls eyes*
You know what? I'm a size US18. I bike for my commute. And most of the food I eat? Comes from the ground. Not MY fault that they're producing artificial and processed foods. Not MY fault that the by product of those production plants fucks up the environment. In fact, if I had it my way, we'd all be eating organic.
Why don't these people start looking at the real problem - the fact that we still burn up oil for fuel. The fact that in America (and starting to spread around the world), food is being pumped with chemicals and artificial crap. Why are they simply blaming fat people rather than asking why it's really necessary to create processed foods in the first place?
I am very disappointed.
Great singer. Great song. Great message.
Reading the last post made me want to look up videos of another great singer who didn't conform to expectations: Cass Elliot.
I had not previously heard this song but, as soon as I did, I knew I had to share it.
See her in action: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY (Really, go now. I'll wait.)
Is Susan Boyle ugly? Or are we? On Saturday night she stood on the stage in Britain's Got Talent; small and rather chubby, with a squashed face, unruly teeth and unkempt hair. She wore a gold lace dress, which made her look like a piece of pork sitting on a doily. Interviewed by Ant and Dec beforehand, she told them that she is unemployed, single, lives with a cat called Pebbles and has never been kissed. Susan then walked out to chatter, giggling, and a long and unpleasant wolf whistle.
Why are we so shocked when "ugly" women can do things, rather than sitting at home weeping and wishing they were somebody else? Men are allowed to be ugly and talented. Alan Sugar looks like a burst bag of flour. Gordon Ramsay has a dried-up riverbed for a face. Justin Lee Collins looks like Cousin It from The Addams Family. Graham Norton is a baboon in mascara. I could go on. But a woman has to have the bright, empty beauty of a toy - or get off the screen. We don't want to look at you. Except on the news, where you can weep because some awful personal tragedy has befallen you.
Simon Cowell, now buffed to the sheen of an ornamental pebble, asked this strange creature, this alien, how old she was. "I'm nearly 47," she said. Simon rolled his eyes until they threatened to roll out of his head, down the aisle and out into street. "But that's only one side of me," Susan added, and wiggled her hips. The camera cut to the other male judge, Piers Morgan, who winced. Didn't Susan know she was not supposed to be sexual? The audience's reaction was equally disgusting. They giggled with embarrassment, and when Susan said she wanted to be a professional singer, the camera spun to a young girl, who seemed to be at least half mascara.
She gave an "As if!" squeak and smirked. Amanda Holden, the female judge, a woman with improbably raised eyebrows and snail trails of Botox over her perfectly smooth face, chose neutrality. And then Susan sang. She stood with her feet apart, like a Scottish Edith Piaf, and very slowly began to sing Les Miserables' I Dreamed A Dream. It was wonderful.
The judges were astonished. They gasped, they gaped, they clapped. They looked almost ashamed. I was briefly worried that Simon might stab himself with a pencil, and mutter, "Et tu, Piers, for we have wronged Susan in thinking that because she is a munter, she is entirely useless." How could they have misjudged her, they gesticulated. But how could they not? No makeup? Bad teeth? Funny hair? Is she insane, this sad little Scottish spinster, beloved only of Pebbles the Cat?
When Susan had finished singing, and Piers had finished gasping, he said this. It was a comment of incredible spite. "When you stood there with that cheeky grin and said, 'I want to be like Elaine Paige', everyone was laughing at you. No one is laughing now." And it was over to Amanda Holden, a woman most notable for playing a psychotic hairdresser in the Manchester hair-extensions saga Cutting It. "I am so thrilled," said Amanda, "because I know that everybody was against you." "Everybody was against you," she said, as if Susan might have been hanged for her presumption. Why? Can't "ugly" people dream, you flat-packed, hair-ironed, over-plucked monstrous fool?
I know what you will say. You will say that Paul Potts, the fat opera singer with the equally squashed face who won Britain's Got Talent in 2007, had just as hard a time at his first audition. I looked it up on YouTube. He did not. "I wasn't expecting that," said Simon to Paul. "Neither was I," said Amanda. "You have an incredible voice," said Piers. And that was it. No laughter, or invitations to paranoia, or mocking wolf-whistles, or smirking, or derision.
We see this all the time in popular culture. Do you ever stare at the TV and wonder where the next generation of Judi Denchs and Juliet Stevensons have gone? Have they fallen down a Rada wormhole? Yes. They're not there, because they aren't pretty enough to get airtime. This lust for homogeneity in female beauty means that when someone who doesn't resemble a diagram in a plastic surgeon's office steps up to the microphone, people fall about and treat us to despicable sub-John Gielgud gestures of amazement.
Susan will probably win Britain's Got Talent. She will be the little munter that could sing, served up for the British public every Saturday night. Look! It's "ugly"! It sings! And I know that we think that this will make us better people. But Susan Boyle will be the freakish exception that makes the rule. By raising this Susan up, we will forgive ourselves for grinding every other Susan into the dust. It will be a very partial and poisoned redemption. Because Britain's Got Malice. Sing, Susan, sing - to an ugly crowd that doesn't deserve you.
Here is your chance to WIN THIS PINK PACK!
A pink digital camera, a pink laptop, and a pink cell phone.
It's easy to make statements about how we would act differently in another woman's shoes- we wouldn't sleep with the King of England because he was married, we wouldn't take a boy who wasn't ours home just because the police told us that we were wrong* - from the relative comfort and security of being a woman in the United States in 2009.
Woman have fought long and hard for the rights we have. Let's honor that by remembering that women have not always been so fortunate.
* post inspired by recent discussions about the films Changeling and The Other Boleyn Girl
Everyone has been putting up these pics from Complex Magazine showing the comparison of the original un-Photoshopped photo that mistakenly was put up on complex.com," she writes on her blog. "Complex later replaced the pic with the photoshopped version, causing all of this drama.
"But you know what, who cares!" she continues. "So what: I have a little cellulite. What curvy girl doesn't!?"
She went on: "How many people do you think are photoshopped? It happens all the time!
"...I'm proud of my body and my curves and this picture coming out is probably helpful for everyone to see that just because I am on the cover of a magazine doesn't mean I'm perfect," she says before signing off "XO, Kim."
The only annoying thing is that it's posted in yahoo's "OMG" section. What is so "omg" about a woman not hating her body to bits?
yahoo usually fails, though.
See why starving yourself isn't the only option if you're looking to shed some extra pounds.
Well, I suppose starving yourself is, technically, an option. Still, it would have been nice if that had used a tag line which didn't make it sound like a vaguely acceptable one.
Let's try a switch. Instead of making the sentence about weight loss, let's make it about vegetables:
See why spinach isn't the only option if you're looking to squeeze in some extra leafy greens.
With that sentence, it's still sounds perfectly reasonable to eat spinach but it acknowledges that not everyone likes spinach and that some days you might feel like something else.
Perhaps I'm being too tenacious but imagine 700 subtle messages a day. Alone they look harmless, but they build up pressure.
Just a thought.
The Sci Fi network announces a name change.
If this many people would gather to protest... well, just about anything. But no, it's the line for America's Next Top Model Auditions.