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PeonForHer -> RE: Are overweight women drawn to this lifestyle? (10/25/2011 5:07:13 PM)
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ORIGINAL: agirl
He was clumsy on the rape thing,.....he wasn't rabid, rude or evil.
I've got to say, I agree. I'm possibly better versed on what is and is not 'PC' on this subject than most. And I'm pretty damned articulate, though I say it myself. But not even I would start a thread on this question.
This thread has absolutely not been just about the OPs insensitivities, it's also been about the over-sensitivities surrounding the issue of being overweight. To take an example: it doesn't just involve the issue of purveyors of women's magazines that continually depict bony-thin models. It involves those women who *buy* those magazines and keep the parasites behind them in business.
Really, have you any idea how different it is in the man's world, that I inhabit? I'll be blunt: I have the figure I have a) mainly because I thought it'd be attractive to females and b) because I worked at it.
But there was never anything like the pressure on me to have my figure the way it is that women have to have the twig-figure. My body has never, ever, been assessed, judged, compared, and found lacking, in the same way as the average female's has. The difference is: I get my abs and I feel brilliant; I don't, I'm just ordinary. Men have 'utility bodies' - they're still, not even now, really made for much other than to keep their owners alive. They're still not either beautiful, nor ugly, they're just functional items. Men are lucky like that. We don't have to care. Consequently, we do the looking, and it still doesn't cross our minds, most of the time, that we may be the ones who are being looked at. And judged . . . .
Me, I have fun when I go to the gym. It takes no discipline and I think of it as a leisure activity. I think, "Whoa, my day off! I'll sit in a cafe with a newspaper for an hour, then to the gym for an hour, then to another cafe for an hour". That's a relaxing day for me. And afterwards, I'll feel great. The endorphins are buzzing around my body. I'll forget to eat, I feel that good. You women, though, it's like "Oh Christ, I must shift these pounds. Grit my teeth, feel pain, I hate it, but it must be done" . . . It's hideous. I'd never have picked up my exercise habit if I'd been made to feel that shitty to start with. Exercise has no weight, no demand and no discipline for me. I just like it. It makes me feel good. That's how easy it is, when no-one ever made you feel like crap in the first place for not doing it.
I do realise that being a feminist, these days, is un-hip. Every now and then an overly-made-up, frighteningly straight-looking woman will appear on these forums, wafting her perfume around and snorting in derision at feminism. Nonetheless, fat really is a feminist issue. The women's magazines are there to make you feel like shit as you read through them, which is why the adverts for plastic surgery are always at the back, ready to 'solve the problem' just as you've reached rock-bottom looking at the haughty skeletons depicted beforehand.
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