After most of us have been exposed to every body type imaginable in our travels ’round the third rock, there’s nothing at all that shocking about her body. In this day and age, even if someone hasn’t taken an inebriated tumble in the sack with a Hippocorn, most of us have probably at least harpooned one digitally. Even by accident. It’s not like it’s shocking, and the woman knows that. Good God, American beaches are full of scantily clad ones.
It’s the forced premise behind her actions.
To be sure, this isn’t about being fat.
Some of my brothers here are sure to be overweight, or may have been in the past. It’s just stats. I have been in the past too. Work outside in -20 to -40 weather for 12 hours at a pop, and yeah, I’ve come home and eaten an entire f~~~ing pot roast straight out of the Slowcooker, with all of the potatoes and gravy. Didn’t even bother with a dish, and stuffed my fat ass while still wearing my coveralls. Call it comfort. We know about fat, and we are inherently polite enough as men to not go around making an issue of it to one another. Sure there’s the odd joke. Sure we bug each other. But once we’re grown up, we do it on a level where it’s not an issue, or don’t do it at all. But imagine if say, seven or eight of us MGTOW’er’s from here were working together, and some guy Johnny came into the lunchroom, and peeled off his coveralls. Started rubbing his hands over his body, and said “Do you guys think I’m faaaaat?”. I’m pretty sure we all know how that little gem would go. It would be Biblical in proportion. And we wouldn’t even be scathing him for being fat. We’d be scathing Johnny because he’s acting like a f~~~ing idiot.
Attention and Youtube fame, Attention and Youtube fame, Attention and Youtube fame. It’s this ridiculous and wanton seeking of crowd approval that becomes self-perpetuating on the ‘Net. Get viewed on Youtube. Get viral. Then post about it to their 6500 supposed “Friends” on facebook for the next two years. An instant “Fame” of sorts. Anyone who’s worked in the performing arts or on a stage in the previous few decades knows full well how insulting this alone can be.
At one point not so long ago, a person could spend thousands of hours honing their chosen craft in the pursuit of delivering what one could hope to be at least a pleasing performance to a very critical and expectant audience. And chances and odds were, you’d be weeded out. Nearly instantly. Before you could even hear one hand clapping. 8800 hours of polishing Flight of the Bumblebee on a beat up axe, or learning and perfecting that “Holy……shiiiiiiit……mannnnn” dance move straight down the drain with the waving of an overly-important feeling little prick’s manicured little rat claw of a hand. Complete with a “Meh. Next.”.
Let’s just imagine for an instant, that her statement is actually true. I hate to even go that far out on a limb, especially if she’s in the f~~~ing tree.
I’m standing here for anyone who has ever struggled with a self-esteem issue like me, because all bodies are valuable. To support self-acceptance, draw a ♥ on my body.
Here we go again. I HAVE to find this secret building where half of the earth’s population gets together daily and unanimously votes to put women in charge of “Doing This For Anyone Who Has Ever Struggled With A Self-Esteem Issue”. In this case, it’s twice as bad. She’s gone past doing it for All Women. She’s OUR self-elected representative now too.
Personally, I’d have chosen someone with a Resume or CV that goes a bit above and beyond EATING HER OWN WEIGHT IN OREOS. With a diet coke. F~~~, around here, we have difficulty choosing someone to be our city’s Mayor. This goddamned brontosaurus is now apparently in charge of the entire f~~~ing world’s opinions and insecurities.
How fitting and appropriate that she’s the voice for this man: Courage.
She’s just perfect for the electorate in representing this woman: Courage.
And for certain, chubby goddamned Amy Pence Brown’s first world travesty gives her license to be in charge of this woman’s woes: Courage.
Amy walks into a busy market-place, pulls her pants down, puts on a blindfold, sticks out her lampshade arms with a couple of markers in them for 45 minutes and magically becomes a central victim of all the worst the world has to offer. All while someone films it, and plays a wafting guitar interlude for effect.
Because she has TOO MUCH SUGAR.
For everyone who’s ever had a self-esteem issue? For SELF-esteem?
The woman’s EGO and ESTEEM are straight off the f~~~ing charts, somewhere between Hobbiton and Over The Rainbow.
She really is, that valuable.
EscapedMentalPatient 4 years, 4 months ago.
