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ON FAT GIRLS AND FEEDERS

    A 2003 British documentary, "Fat Girls and Feeders," debuting on Australian TV in April 2004, profiled an Arizona couple, "Gina" (once one of the world's largest women) and her husband, "Mark" (who has a sensual or psychological desire that she be ever-larger). Because Gina is apparently comfortable with her role, Mark is merely an "enabler" in the "fat administration" subculture, but more dominant men are called "feeders," who may even "grow" their partners by pouring liquid fat down their throats. Gina once weighed 825 pounds (with a 92-inch waist), but had settled down at around 400. The filmmaker's point is said to be that objectifying fat women is only somewhat more offensive than objectifying thin ones. [The Australian, 3-27-04]

Whats’ the BIG idea?

Apparently, one American eats as much as 10 Chinese people a day. What’s wrong with Big Macs?

No doubt, we live in a society where obesity has become an ‘evergrowing’ problem. People assume that ‘size challenged’ individuals, are cheery, beaming flush-cheeked folk who are inwardly content. (Well no surprise there if you have just eaten more than you can lift.) That being obese is fun, and ‘Big is Beautiful’. Woman particularly, find it sexier, and a percentage of men prefer more than the voluptuous figure. In recent poll, forty five percent of all women preferred to have sex with Homer Simpson than Keanu Reeves.

The fuller figure has created great fashion chain-stores like, Size Up and Mr Big. Unfortunately, because of the liberal left wing politics of this government it is sending out mixed messages. On the one hand, they are saying not to discriminate against fat people, and then they market their manifestos to shock people with health scares and school dinner horror stories. Headlines abound with diabetics aged 4 years old. DVT in seven years old. Blaming parents for poisoning their kids, when all the time they enjoy revenue from our taxed shopping. Trying to enforce smokers to be withheld lifesaving medical care, because of their self neglect, calling it priority assignation’ but still for the likes of Tony Blair, obliviously, quite happy to fritter away our hard earned tax money from buying fags, on things like the Millenium Dome, and huge properties to live in.

You don’t have be called Carol Vorderman to work out that if you smoke 20 cigarettes a day for 30 years, it is probable, the tax alone would pay for your next three heart bypasses, a nebuliser, and angioplasties, for all the kids.

I am overweight by four stone. Everybody, says ‘I carry it well’. They want to try carrying it. I can’t remember the last time I saw my feet and wherever I sit down in the doctor’s surgery I always seem to be right next to somebody, even when the car parks empty. I’m not happy about it. I got a dog to get more exercise and I even bought a treadmill. The dog gets tired and keeps slipping off. Once, ‘Rosie’ stopped to lick her butt and ending up knocking over my beer, and breaking the French windows. I don’t like exercise or sport. The last time I got badly injured during a ‘tiddlywinks’ tournament. I fell down the stairs in the interval eating a candyfloss, that obscured my vision.

Are fat people sexy? Yes, without a doubt. Whether we ever will get any, I’m not so sure. When we do we perform, we are omnivorous and shag like it may be our last, but I would never advertise that fact. I’m not the best lover in the world but just count me in the top five, and make sure you have a phone nearby to call the emergency services if I get stuck.

Is Big beautiful?

 

Front view of Boy George.

 

Rear view of Boy George

 

The thing about fat…

It’s sweet tasting. If you went home and took everything with fat in, out of your fridge and larder, you would be left with the most bland and uninteresting food. I have met hardened vegetarians that weaken and drool, at the smell of cooking bacon. Raw flesh being grilled and dripping with fat. As a child I loved the ‘pork crackling’ off the Sunday roast. Eating it, by the strip. In the last War kids were brought up on ‘dripping’ on bread. Or animal fat. It’s delicious. They grew up like weeds, strong and healthy. Two World Wars were fought on ‘bully beef’ and flour dumplings. People didn’t have the variety of maladies in those days associated with cardio vascular disease, or PMT as we do today.

Fat is not the culprit. The Dr Atkins diet proves this. If you eat all fat and protein, and no ‘carbs’ you will lose weight very rapidly, because the metabolism is ‘fooled’ into thinking it has to break down fats more quickly if that is all they need to deal with. All our organs are designed to do this. Break down fats. Our digestion is not sufficiently evolved to degrade wheat or potatoes. They have only been with us the last few thousand years. Apart from all the other ‘junk food’ that we choke our arteries. Sugars and solvents manufactured to eat the enamel off your teeth and rot our guts, we have ‘preservatives that do what they claim and ‘preserve’ themselves, inside our bodies causing cancer and sweaty palms. They are insoluble and highly toxic.

God knows what the next generation will consume to make us sterile as a civilization.

Preservatives will make us become extinct. Do we want that?

It’s the additives in food that cause all the health problems today that we never used to hear about. Think about it. Foodstuffs, in particular meats are shipped over here from far away places. Then left for days in ‘chillers’ countrywide. Handled onto lorries, and then off again into and onto our superstore shelves. A whole fortnight or maybe longer, goes by, before it reaches our table. In the old days, you just went to the greengrocer for prime fresh meat or vegetables produced locally.

Everybody raves about the ‘organic’ revolution, but it existed only four decades ago before we ever had the supermarket giants that sit in airplane hangers, on the periphary of our towns and cities like seething cancer masses, eating up the small traders with our obese population shuffling around, jamming their overpriced crap into the cart with the car parked as close to the exit as possible to avoid any beads of sweat.

We have to be educated about food by the government. We are blinded and confused by what good and bad for you. So many, brands and products to choose from. Food gurus have to sell you a book before you find out what will be nutritious or deadly. I really believe that all the population should be forced to forage for food, and boycott larger stores, just one day a week. Which reminds me. I went into  a ‘convenience’ once and they didn’t even have a toilet anyway. The larger chains should be forced to close at weekends to allow high street owners to boost their businesses. As an act of goodwill on the part of the bigger stores.

Fat people would be able to lose weight trying to find somewhere that is open on a Sunday.

Non fat products still have lots of calories. Food companies are duping us. So are theso-called food experts. I bet they sneak out and eat a Mars bar hiding in the janitors cupboard or something.

Notice how your local big Tesco is laid out. The four shopping ‘essentials’ are at each corner of the store making you walk through it at each vantage point. No wonder I am the size of a Canadian province.

Social services have promised to take your kids away if they become dangerously overweight The diet you give them may not be in ‘the child’s best interests’ if they continue to eat unhealthily. Will they become paranoid about what they eat, causing further eating disorders?

Don’t you know……..?
What's the difference between a Rottweiler and a social worker?
You can get your children back from a Rottweiler.

 

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