Friday, April 23, 2010

food porn :)

I was doing some slacking and reading other blogs, and suddenly realized how tiny and minuscule my little baby blog is. The few little categories, the little image here and there, the little ads, the pre-fab "theme" available via the dashboard of wordpress (free y'all wtt move:).

I won't get too down on it though, I was so frustrated at how lazy I've been and my lack of writing that I did the "drunk blog" thing... weird... OMG spell-check has totally taught me how to spell all over again! :)

In the future if I do drunk blog I won't be so negative! I had to go back and re-edit to trow some pos in dere mon!

Some of the brilliant work that I have been checking out in my rare slacking time combine just a few words and some really cool photos and graphics. Wow. I like photos. All my photos are of big fat chicks though, but I found some cool non fat chick photos here and there on the net that are still "relevant".

Ok, one place I just hooked up with was cracked. Oh man, totally forgot all about the days of loitering at convenience stores reading that freaking magazine! Oh man. What brought me over there would have been an entertaining and still kind of scientific article about fat evolution and how human physiology is compensating for our (or some of our) near constant "need to feed". I thought they were seriously right on the mark with their observations on what's making us fat as well! It takes comic genius sometimes doesn't it? :)

They would laugh hysterically if they knew that I've seen the giant butt photo several times over, and I have a few iconic fat photos floating around out there in the digital world myself! :) If your wondering, the "april" photos is mine baby! I wrote about destroying the cd's in that damned drunk blog though! There is another photo I had to really dig for, but never found... It is 5 really big ladies in front of a fireplace that someone added krispy kreme banners to. I was working at a computer place right after leaving that situation and someone showed me that photo and I just bust out laughing. My photo, photo-shopped.... flattery... :) I have a *lot* more images floating around out there than anyone would ever guess though at this point! :)

If I were a New Yorker, I would probably check out this cool site at least once a day or every other day, depending on the really cool high paying job I had to afford the super high rent and all that up in dere! :) I was checking out the game of dare and double dare with the fast food chains amping it up for publicity with the new age super foods! :) This really zazzy site offers up the comparison to KFC and the "double down", which I actually produced a video with as a prop recently. Of course it's not exactly a commercial because my model is 400lbs plus! roflmao I digress, New York is such an awesome culture! I gotta goes west though! I wanna go back to Albuquerque! :) Shazzam! lol

I came across a blog I had never seen and I shuddered. I had to share the blog entry I was somehow magically drawn to with my giantess paleolithic goddess because for as many food blogs she has gotten moist peering at, there are probably a thousand that her and all her fatty fat fat friends have never even seen! bwahahaha! :) Wow. Food Porn. Whoa! I have faith in humanity again! ;)

That site is so smooth too. I have to whip out the camera and start adding some pics to the obesiverse. I see one photo that has yet to be created because there happens to be a cool surreal combo of a donut place next to a fitness center I simply must take a photo of if I can get off my lazy long sentence writing ass and take! :)

Topcultured is so smooth that even the huff had to say sometin'! :) The huff just had to throw in a reference to tiwyf as well, which reminded me in oh such a harsh way that they had not been formally introduced to the obesiverse. Maybe I should have called this post food porn! Oh, I just did :) Man this is why your fat is so smooth! So silky smooth. Like hot chocolate after you come in from the cold. hmmmmmm. :) The huff introduced me to yet another foodie site, slashfood, with this cool food/tech type of article. Yummie! Wow. Food is good. Food porn is good. He saw and it was good.

I almost forgot to mention the fact that this is why your fat has been the inspiration of so many of my food glorification video productions! I really do feel inspired and motivated when I see some of the really cool mega food items being constructed at topcultured, but not sure about peep pizza. Of course the food porn is just one aspect of that wonderful site though! :) I don't want to rip any of the pics, but what the hell?
[caption id="attachment_248" align="aligncenter" width="560" caption="food porn at it\'s finest"]peep pizza!  ripped from topcultured, hope they don't mind! :)[/caption]

I have to double back to icanhasinternets though because of the awesome food section and how one post there led me on a magical journey into hedonistic feeding delight! I never knew that the kfc double down caused such a hissy! It led me to this one site of pure sandwich heaven where the double down is like just another condiment! :) This one sandwich has caused quite a hysteria, and the sheer beauty of all of this is that nobody can get sued! LOLZ Wait, at least they can't get sued for making you fat, but for other stuff! lol!

One blog post I found just rips a bunch of stuff from a bunch of other food porn sites and I can't really tell if it's being more positive or negative, or just the sheer spectacle of edible orgasm! I know what I was thinking when I looked at those mouth-watering photos! :)

I had long wondered where the fat ladies of competition eating were, until I realized that anatomy of a fat chick may not allow for such easy consumption of mass quantities. So, most of the women in this field are not going to be of the giantess variety! While icanhasinternets brought me to that youtube site, I also could not help but post one of those funny internet graphics here because I could not find a credit but it is really funny.
funny kfc (fake?) ad :)

I think that I would really enjoy eating the home made version of the double down at serious eats, which I found on that icanhasinternets post as well! Whoever compiled the post over there at icanhas really did their research! :) They found this site brandeating that also had a few words to pitch in about the double down deliciousness going on!

If a photo says a thousand words, than this is one very delicious photo over here! :) I have to take more pics of my food productions! Wait! I do! :) I'll have to download some off the cam so I can share! First photo is the double down I got my hands on before handing it off to a supersized woman who would make it disappear!
[caption id="attachment_250" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="no mods, just the original deal"]double down kfc creation[/caption]

Then I wanted to just add a chicken photo I took, my view to a bucket so to speak...
[caption id="attachment_251" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="wonderful chicken"]chicken, fried glorious chicken![/caption]

I guess one kind of "dramatic" photo I could add would be the full spread photo I took and the full spread big ole belly behind that spread! :)
[caption id="attachment_252" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="big feast, big belly"]big feast, big belly[/caption]

Ok, it gets late, I don't start until late so it actually gets later. I will come back soon with more foodie goodness and I might share some of my own food photos here as well. That would be positive, positively delicious!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

haaaay wazzzzuuuup

We're in the building where they make us grow
And I'm frightened by the liquid engineers
Like you


My Mallory heart is sure to fail
I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
Like you


The sound of metal I want to be you
I could learn to be a man
Like you


Plug me in and turn me on
Oh everything is moving


I need my treatment it's tomorrow they send me
Singing "I am an American"
Do you?


Picture this if they could make the change
I'd love to pull the wires from the wall
Did you?


And who are you and how can I try?
Here inside I like metal
On you


All I know is no one dies
I'm still confusing love with need

----- gary numan -----

wow, who would have thought... i would go so far... and actually create a drunk blog category. wow... sad? ironic? weird? strange? unusual? fascinating?

gary f*cking numan... i luv u man!!! omg that's so f*cking ghey!!! geez! oy vey! f*ck!

imagine growing up in a small town just outside of a relevant, significant town. imagine knowing that out of all the kids your age growing up, exactly you and only u were "into" all of this kind of Sh*t!

tonight, i was talking with someone and ghey tommy came out. it's almost like the antithesis of what i am, but somehow a part of me, and something that can't be denied. it's the part of me that bitched out the f*cking apartment manager and got myself a new(er) air conditioner instead of getting a swap out that was full of mold and mildew and somebody else's f*cking pet's hair! f*ck!

wow.... sad? wow... cheap *ss vodka with some cheap *ss lemon lime kool aid dammit! wow. sad.

then i'm listening to freaking numan all sad that i sold a box of all kinds of records for $60 because i was moving to vegas and had to fit everything in a 1991 olds 88 with the back seat taken out and thrown into the dumpster of the apartment complex, or "flat" as you would before filling it with boxes that had not been mailed to a trusted friend ahead of time. about to drive 2000 miles and notice that the worst f*cking roads the entire way were right at home. omg sad. wow.

omg then start listening to flock of seagulls "i ran" sh*t, f*ck, sh*t! oh yeah, saw them at a place in new orleans called "jimmy's 3-d" and can't believe I survived walking from and back to the car because of where i was parked on "willow st." omg f*ck! i had the "cassette cover" signed by mike score, but sold that with the big f*cking box of records for $60. to some guy from new orleans.... who would probably lose all of them in the f*cking flood after hurricane f*cking katrina!!! f*ck! sh*t! f*ck! holy f*cking f*ckety, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

a good friend was mighty pissed off that i sold that large stack of records and (slightly) malfunctioning turntable, but i explained that they were all "cursed"! in fact, because they were items that i had to resort to sneaking out of a house of an ex who had it out for me, i started to gather an opinion that all of the stuff i worried so much over was cursed. in fact, when i would later destroy 2 copies of 21 cd's that held all of the photos i took while captivated in that situation, i would find out that my ex would simply cease to exist by some weird, strange, highly unusual coincidence... strange... f*ck. what the f*CK.

i would be leaving that apartment, and all of the stuff i couldn't carry in that car, and going to a strange new place that was weird and wonderful and strange and scary all at the same time. vegas.... wtf! f*ck! that was some scary sh*t! f*ck! i actually was accused of stealing my own car because a cop misread my license plate and i had to produce registration before he would realize his mistake. f*ck! what the f*ck! i started to grow my hair long, but cut it all off with an electric razor because i realized the need to be above obvious visual suspicion for being a no good f*cking hippy!

f*ck! i couldn't have long hair! f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

calm down! i'm not in vegas anymore! vegas was scary. once a month at the hotel i was staying at, that no longer exists, there would be some kind of raid where a loud explosion would be followed by a lot of screaming. i had never been so close to a "raid" before. f*ck! what the f*ck! this didn't just happen once, but often enough where i could guess where it was happening by the sound of the concussion grenades going off and the corners the sound had to travel around to get to my place. i had been scolded before when peeking out the door and seeing a guy in full camouflage yelling at me to "get inside!!!". That was f*cked up! That hotel really got leveled later for a parking lot because it was directly across the street from the convention center. the street behind this place was so vile that a six foot wall was standing between my parking lot and the random vagrants walking up and down that street, robbing the convenience store directly behind my apartment about once a month as well. people would use a shopping cart to "jump the wall" and occasionally the helicopters would be out with the spotlight on the parking lot.

I knew that vegas was bad when i saw the parking lot where i was living on a real episode of "cops"! f*ck! what the f*ck! i would have seriously regretted moving to vegas, but... f*ck. I should say, "softer, more reverent f*ck". I was sitting around watching the path of this huge monster called "katrina" on the tv. the sad *ss cable was really satellite, and probably hacked at that because of the s*ck *ss selection of channels. i was lucky to have showtime, but i was denied some of the most basic of channels, like cartoon network and food network. f*ck! sad! i actually stayed in that place a whole f*cking year! f*ck! they were paying out a class action suit for throwing people's sh*t out and locking them out of rooms while they continued to throw people's sh*t out and lock them out of rooms! f*ck! it was called the "blue harbor club" and it had a rep so bad that when i told locals where i lived they were like "ooohhhh". f*ck! I f*cked up! sh*t!

As i watched this mega-f*cking katrina monster coming towards beloved new orleans, i thought this was really f*cking it. i was all the way in f*cking vegas and now there is a massive devastating hurricane barreling down on my beloved new orleans. f*ck! sh*t! what the f*ck!

Then as i watched, i realized what was happening, i have been there before, and i have actually been there since with "gustav" that went right over my f*cking head when it visited! f*ck! f*ck! f*ck! I knew it was a "bad one" but i knew that it has happened over and over and it would not be a big deal. After it passed (katrina), it was "the sh*t" but it was not seriously bad, bad, bad. Then it happened. f*cking infrastructure failure. sh*t!

Just as the local paper was printing the headline "missed the bullet", new orleans was filling up "like a bowl". just as the gov of la at the time was saying "new orleans isn't filling up like a bowl", and her emergency services director were saying on tv "new orleans isn't filling up like a bowl", I was watching on split screen as msnbc or cnn was showing new orleans filling up like a f*cking bowl! f*ck! dammit! I also saw coverage of a few of new orlean's finest doing some shopping (or looting?) at the local wal-mart.

i might seem a bit upset about the katrina thing for not being around at the time, but i watched in horror as the people who lived in the apartments i was just living in 10 months previous were gathered up at the interstate hoping for something, anything, someone to rescue them. i wondered what it was like to be out there, clutching onto the last few remaining personal belongings that weren't submerged as several feet of water from the "houma canal" rushed into the apartments on the first floor. f*ck! that would have been f*cked up! i was damned f*cking lucky! f*ck! those poor f*cking mother f*ckers! f*ck!

omg wiki! geez, they have the flood back in 1995 when i had to drain all the damned fluids out of 2 cars that were up to their f*cking windshield in canal water back then! f*ck! what a little sh*t hole town now! man... a friend of mine said that the area that used to be called "fat city", no sh*t, is now more like "little Tijuana" because of all the new residents after the storm. the food is probably betteR! roflmao :)

i exist in a negatively balanced reality. i can attempt to bring as much positivity as humanly possible into this reality, but i must accept that it is leaning so hard into the negative that it's gonna take a whole lot of positive to make a f*cking difference at this point. I don't want to be negative in my writing (as i wuss out and edit this sober), but sometimes I feel compelled to vent my frustration and encourage everyone I can reach to try a little harder. Bring a little positivity to the world and you will see it returned. I use the word "f*ck" quite a bit in this post to attempt satire and parody of a "proper" resident of our "civilized" society who is frustrated by what he sees going on and hopes and prays things get better.

so worried about "fat". so worried about balding. so worried about not getting a hard on. this society may occasionally appear to be "obscene" in the things that it finds unimportant enough to disregard, and the plethora of wrongs waiting to be fixed but not profitable enough to actually fix. how many homeless or hungry people would get kicked out of the way to save a hungry dog? how bad would the economy have to get before people are hearing stories about some "cute & fuzzies" that are on the menu now?

OMG, I see a photo on wiki and realize that I would have been standing there all f*cking pissed off waiting for god knows what or who to do god knows what with me and all those other f*cking people! f*ck! no wonder i have freaking ptsd! i watched in horror for 4 days glued to the tv as i saw how easily the news crews got to the "convention center" while people could simply not be moved for that long period of time. they could not be moved. I take a deep breath and hope that in the future that would never happen again. Even though I wasn't there, I spent those days racked with digestive issues and a sick stomach, unable to do regular daily activities without thinking of all those people, and how I could have been one of them.

just to know the truth, i am a "transplant" myself. i cannot return to metairie and have given up on metairie because of rent gouging. i had trouble trying to go back when i left vegas and ran back to be closer to family, but i was slowly pushed west from the first attempt to live somewhere close to the city i had called home for almost a decade. the first place i rented was 20 minutes outside of new orleans, but after the first year, the landlord tried to increase the rent by $200 "just because".

I moved west to a more rural area into a freaking trailer. i know there are some nice ones, this one was not one of them. when looking at a trailer, get a peek at the electrical junction box to find the date of manufacture! the trailer i was in was made in the 70's. f*ck! i was woke up early in the morning by the sound of those country rats chewing and screaming through the walls. that was $500 a month! i got the f*ck out of there! then i end up way way way the hell west. i was just over an hour away from where i wanted to be at that point. i get hit by another hurricane, but i hold out and stick with the rent barely over 400. but. it's not a "complex"! since that latest "baby hurricane", there is a familiar attitude with the landlords in the area starting again.

ok, alrighty! it's late, really late, i was already drinking for a while, and i do not drink enough to write like that very often! i thought it was "cute" at the time when i wrote it, but already the thrill and buzz is wearing off, and i'm wondering if i should hit "publish" at all.

but... ya know... that katrina sh*t really pissed me the f*ck off. i never really got it "out of my system". maybe i should go take a thousand photos of the wreckage that still exists over there. just show how sad it is. is it poetry or is it insanity? take a thousand photos. take photos of roadside memorials. take photos of "fat chicks". take pics of the strange objects that appear for whatever reason in my parking lot. try to find "the pattern" and win the lottery. try to read as much as i can about history and predict the future. try to watch the news and still hold out hope for humanity. try to see the cycle of messed up stuff happening over and over and over again and try to continue to contribute some degree of positive to the equation. try to figure out where my coordinates should be and get to them. try not to pay attention to mortality and all of it's beautiful, sad, scary hints. try not to mourn the loss of my mother (too hard) who was killed by the chemo that was supposed to save her. try to watch as everyday, ignorant people are conned out of their hard earned money to buy something they think they want but will regret. try to forgive when i hear the news talk about the ones who cover things up and think they have a license to kill because of a hurricane. try to love humanity, try to forgive, try to contribute positive to counter-act the negative balance that remains in affect.


good night
will write sober soon!
hic!
lol

Thursday, April 8, 2010

backlash?

Goodness, I saw this article and I had to make at least a short post about it because of the way in which I already know this path, and even further, know the eventual path beyond this story!

If I remove fat from the equation, and simply state that as a guy I happen to have a preference for the natural look, that might just be acceptable or even favorable in some circles. Because I happen to be attracted to the natural, almost hyper feminine look of a female that happens to be fat, this changes nearly every aspect of this equation.

It is understandably impossible for the average size physical preference individual to imagine what might be attractive about cellulite, rolls, and creases. At the same time, one must acknowledge that if someone is attracted to the elegant, elaborate and almost exaggerated affects that fat has on the perception of femininity of an otherwise smaller female form, then the phrase "it comes with the territory" must be understood as part of the fat attraction phenomenon.

While some physical aspects of fat may raise a disgust reaction from the insular cortex of a skinny lover, those same things will always be present in a larger female, so therefore a preference for the larger female form will present those things as attractive aspects of a larger attractive system.

When the article about stomach amputation regret was presented to me in the randomness of google, I was given a subtle reminder of something I have always known and always tried to make more people aware of.

'The NHS won't remove the skin and I'll never manage to save £20,000 to have it done privately' Wow. If the reader is to look at the "after" photo presented, one might notice the severity of the original bypass scar across the middle of the belly. The average fat admirer will look at that one thing alone and cringe with the realization that what was once a full, round, feminine belly is now a deflated balloon with a zipper across the front that resembles a stuffed (or formerly stuffed) animal.

What most skinny lovers can't understand is the way in which a fat admirer sees a big woman's belly. It is similar to other women in it's shape, but still unique and special to each woman. I have often tried to compare it to a "third breast" for fat admirers because while all breasts are basically the same, they are still all unique to their owner's specific size and shape combination.

I found another disturbing irony in this statement.
After she miscarried a baby at 15 weeks, Malissa was distraught when doctors told her she is unlikely to carry a baby full term as her scarred stomach can't take the pressure of a growing uterus.
Wow... Ironic. That big empty thing can't carry a baby now because it's got so much scar tissue from the sternum to first belly roll incision. Not only has the integrity of the look been virtually destroyed, but even the mere functionality is forever limited as well. We pay a high price for vanity don't we?

'I hoped being slimmer would mean I could wear a bikini and go swimming, but I'm too ashamed of my body.

'The thought of living with a body like this for the rest of my life is just devastating.'

Wow again. Let me just point out that a vast majority of women who have this surgery will quickly defend the decision about it being for their health, not for looks. The fact is, no sensible person wants to admit that taking the %.2 mortality rate risk is, in fact, for a cosmetic procedure. I continue to seriously doubt and I will openly proclaim the inaccuracy of that mortality rate as well. For some reason it is not exactly easy to get stats about deaths that take place 30 days after, 60 days after, and 90 days after. What is also horribly tragic is in the way that those deaths could easily be attributed to a person already being "death fat" so they would have died anyway... No harm, no foul right? There is that freaking crystal ball again. Doctors just love using it even though they would scoff if a patient accused them of trying to be psychic!

People being sold the whole idea of thinness in a scalpel will quickly learn that the medical industry has very little value on self image, self esteem, or self worth. In fact, the higher those values are in an individual, the harder their job might just be. I mean, isn't it a pain when somebody has to ask all kinds of questions and want all kinds of real life documentation?

Every time I hear someone give the miscalculated argument about fat and health care costs, I want to show them a chart of insurance company CEO salaries and the incredible, immense profits enjoyed by the biggest insurance companies. I also wouldn't mind pointing out the fact that some research suggests that smokers die first, then fat people, and then the old people in such good health tax the system the most! So, every time you hear a skinny person b*tch about the high health care costs of obesity, pull some of that truth out unto them.

Ok, I really went nuts on that one! I just wanted to point out though how ironic and hypocritical it is when a woman about to have weight loss surgery is so very very insistent about her health motive when everybody knows without a doubt that vanity is at the heart of this life altering decision. Be careful what you wish for! If you want to suddenly be "thin" all the sudden, you might find that you were happier, more beautiful, and more importantly, more natural the way you are, or the way you were meant to be. One cannot see the future though, or wait, the doctors say you will die, so if you will die anyway, what's the use? I said in an earlier post, what if there was a way for them to make you want to get on the trains?

When the woman in this article talks about having the skin removed, I just want to illustrate the way in which the skin removal will not be pretty just as the bypass surgery is obviously not pretty. I imagine a big woman having surgery, losing weight, then having skin removed. Wow. A freaking body suit of skin that is not where it's supposed to be. What's even more horrible is the thought of what will happen when the individual inevitably gains weight once again! It's going to be a strange kind of humanoid water balloon with a big purple seam up and down the sides. For some reason even that manifestation of an obese female no longer resembles original natural female femininity. What a tragedy indeed!

"Although my heart's healthier and life expectancy is normal, some days I'm too ill to get out of bed my immune system is really weak so it's hard to fight infections and I have stomach pains and constant diarrhoea."

Yes, I've done research about peripheral neuropathy and it's tragic for me to imagine such pain brought about by malnutrition because of inadequate after care. I saw an ad pop up in adsense that actually brags about "weight loss surgery in under an hour" and we assume that everyone getting this surgery gets proper counseling and after care! It was something to see someone who had the surgery finally come clean about the digestive issues as well. Most people will maintain an attitude of "it won't happen to me" but I can say with all certainty that if you cheat evolution and redirect a human's digestive plumbing, there must be hell to pay. I mean, I have enough digestive issues without introducing a seam of scar tissue into my gut, and possibly the removal of systems connected to the insular cortex of my brain!

I'm reminded of the Carnie Wilson surgery failure right away. I have probably brought this up before because I know someone by two degrees who died on the operating table after making the comment to her daughter that she was having the "carnie surgery". Several family members tried to talk her out of it, but she wanted to be around for the grand kids and all you know. I have to wonder if she would be here today if she had not made this decision to save her life. Tragedy continues.

At first I was really upset to see Carnie Wilson go from size acceptance spokesperson to weight loss surgery salesperson. I was shocked, disappointed, but reminded of the typical fickle nature of celebrity and the endless search for the bigger better deal.

One can imagine why I don't see a pretty future for the current super size star of the moment as I wait for the inevitable announcement that she too is going under the proverbial knife. I have seen a few blogs here and there from the many victims of weight loss surgery who are now much more free with sharing suffering info now that they recognize the error of their ways in taking this dangerous flawed surgical step. I must quote the end of the post that I just linked to in order to make a point.

He ended the appointment. No lab slip, no testing, no suggestions, no empathy and ZERO answers. I felt like I wasted my entire day, DH took the day OFF with one day notice, the 1+ hour drive, the parking garage and co-pay entirely, and I left.

Bob and I discussed on the way out, that it was Much Nicer when we went in there at 320 and 370 pounds respectively and were preparing to have weight loss surgery, the sales part is a lot different than the return part.

PS. It's ironic that this post has Google ads for their program below. LOL.


Yes, the sales part is always much different than the part where they got paid and you are a past check rather than a future check. That is really how life works within the construct of a capitalist society. I used to have this supreme sense of empathy for those who suffer with all the side affects of this surgery, but then I remember something. If I approach someone about to have surgery and explain the risks, they look back at me like a cliche sheep and give me the for my health b.s. Oh Lord how we have all been fooled! Make them want to get on the trains? Oh the humanity! I couldn't warn these people if I was even given the chance! The very people who are doing this used car sales pitch with the surgery are not being recognized for the dangerous way in which they are profiting from the suffering of the formerly, currently, and doomed to be future obese!

Oh, I had to add... The post with the google ads are not coincidence. The blog is within the construct of custom ads. So, even if you say "weight loss surgery sucks", a blog will inevitably include ads for weight loss surgery because it was brought up at all. :) There are no coincidences! roflmao There is, however, a way to filter out surgery ads, but I don't want to reduce my profit margin by doing something that limits any potential revenue stream on my blog! :) Freaking hypocrite! Naw, I explained that in the sell out post! I think it's acceptable if I'm too poor to even have necessary dental surgery, I can complain about weight loss surgery and advertise it at the same time! ;)

Going all the way back to the point that I seemed to abandon so long ago, I will say that I used to be disappointed in Carnie Wilson's switch and playing both sides of the fence. When she became a poster child for the surgery and then she got fat again, she became an equal poster child for failure of said procedure! Wow the balance is in affect! She continues to seek out little slices of fame wherever she can get it, but all the while, she exists as a fat woman who is not supposed to be fat because this surgery is such a big freaking medical miracle! Wow! Keep getting those jobs in media Carnie! This way you won't be forgotten and discarded like so many of those before you who gained fame in one physical manifestation and lost fame when they changed that form. I don't know why the name Rosanne comes to mind! :)

'I hope people read this and realize gastric surgery isn't a miracle cure. I wish I'd lost the weight through exercise and healthy eating. I know this operation was life-saving, but the complications I'm suffering now might still kill me. The truth is I feel I'm no better off than I was before.'

You know Malissa, if enough weight loss surgery victims speak out maybe more people may just realize what's going on. Maybe more people won't be so content to help a surgeon pay for his BMW to have him blow you off when problems come up days, weeks, months, years after the surgery has been performed and the check has cleared.

However her mother said: 'I don't regret encouraging her to have it, the bottom line is Malissa would have died if she didn't lose the weight.'

What's really scary about this sentiment is in the way her mother doesn't want her to die in one way, but she seems perfectly content to watch her daughter slowly waste away and die from other complications down the line. I guess her mother really wants to make sure that Malissa is thin and pretty in her coffin!

I have to add something, almost having nothing to do with this post but still something that I found among the amusing and silly equations floating around obesity and all that is allegedly wrong with it. If Jamie Oliver is the obesity messiah, then is MeMe Roth the obesity anti-Christ? I know this is an extreme position that Roth would not appreciate, but I couldn't help but notice something in the mission statement.

eradicating Secondhand Obesity™ (obesity handed down from one generation to the next, as well as from citizen to citizen)
Does that mean that peer pressure, bullying, and harassment are acceptable to prevent one fat person from going out of the house so that they might not influence other individuals to be obese? I mean, that's kind of scary. No wonder this organization was compared to a well known hate group on the Dr. Phil show! The group is called national action against obesity, and I can totally agree with some of this philosophy. What needs to be addressed though is that this group is not against obese people, or disputing their right to make bad choices and therefore there very right to EXIST at all. Keep in mind the fact that this writer is an existential philosopher who is debating the right of the obese to exist as is, regardless of intent or desire to change that aspect of self!

I can hope that this group maintains focus on the many things wrong with our food supply and the casual and liberal use of food additives that may be doing much more damage than simply making people obese. There is even a probability that over consumption of these additives by the obese is a contributing factor to the very things that obesity is being blamed for in and of itself!

One thing that I am really uncomfortable with is the way in which this article points out that some food companies are considered "villains" simply because they offer high calorie and potentially unhealthy menu items. I will maintain that I would prefer to have the right to choose what I eat rather than being told by someone who is literally afraid of becoming fat and stuck in the position of that perspective. I really don't want Mrs. Roth telling me what I can and can't eat, and I don't want her telling fast food outlets what menu items I can and can't choose from. It's like an edible first amendment!

I honestly and sincerely agree with a lot of media I've read coming from the NAAO. I can even say that I would be with them %100 when it comes to the care and concern for contributing factors to obesity. The problem is when someone from that kind of group starts practicing hate speech against the obese who insist on existing and being in media, like Mrs. Roth herself enjoys being. The more I read on about this woman, the more I begin to wonder how much she enjoys uttering fatty fat fat on TV. Does she care, or is she just jealous that some women get to eat and she doesn't???????

I find it ironic that she failed to point out to Dr. Phil the way in which he is a fat diet salesman. This phenomenon in itself is totally fascinating to me, as Kirstie Alley is also joining the ranks of the fat who sell snake oil to the fat! :) Even MeMe points out big pharma as villains in the obesity fight because of their failure to fix the problem but their quickness to make a few bucks in the failed attempt! :) I know she wouldn't say anything to Dr. Phil though because then she wouldn't get the chance to almost bust out crying when compared to the leader of a hate group! :)

Ok, this got way way too long, and while I admire some of the deep writing of other bloggers, I recognize a tendency for me to go so far off the point that it is almost no longer visible by the time I reach the conclusion! I simply had to go back to Dr. Phil though because I admire this guy, I can tell he knows what he's talking about, but he is yet another small gear in the larger machine of media, spitting out misinformation to sell you something that doesn't work. I can't imagine why so many people would enjoy reading about current events by searching google for a blog on the subject rather than be beat over the head with the left or right leaning perspective that is blind to the most important details hidden within the subject at hand.

I knew that Roth had to enter the obesiverse sooner or later, but seeing that talk show meant that I simply could not wait any longer! :) I must address this phenomenon where people are given permission and even encouraged to promote fat hate and anti-obesity peer pressure. I will conclude then with a simple observation.......

Paleolithic era, some time around 35,000 years ago. Yes, that's thousands... Thousands... Of freaking years.... Ok, open up your mind hole just a little more, a little more.... There you go... 35,000 years ago.... Yeah... FAT CHICK STATUES. Wow... What was that about? That was a long time ago! Was there fat women to model for those? Where those women worshiped as Goddesses? Let's come a little closer to NOW shall we? A little phenomenon known as the "circus fat lady" comes to mind. What a spectacle it must have been in an age before majority obesity to see a woman of such proportions! I still insist on asking the question "why?" when I see materials such as these from a time so much before my own. There was obviously some kind of visual and perhaps even sexual fascination with fat for much longer than I have been around!

When I used to ask myself why I was attracted to women who happen to be fat, I failed to recognize at the time just how many generations of males must have walked in my footsteps before me. The thought of having a size preference is not so alien when I see that 35,000 years ago the earliest form of human shaped sculpture just had to be of a big fat round woman! Coincidence?

I started this post talking about potential backlash to the weight loss surgery. I made the point of how women who do this to themselves will forever change their look in ways that they could not possibly imagine. Furthermore, there is no consideration given to the way their future look will be perceived, even by those who they claim they are doing this for! Doctors are not going to tell a woman that she can lose weight, but she'll only look better in clothes if she can even keep the weight off. We wouldn't want to lose that check would we? As an admirer, the surgery is a phenomenon that is most offensive to the aspect of being an admirer of the "natural look" of a plus sized, hell, super sized woman.

Even when a woman has the surgery, loses weight, and then gains it back, she'll forever be physically marked by that psychological decision. It is and always will be a true tragedy, but I will always remind myself that those who had the surgery were already "lost" to the admirer phenomenon. They could not be happy with an admirer anyway, because they so obviously hated their own physical manifestation to the degree that they would literally destroy everything about their look that a fat admirer finds attractive! Surgery isn't for them though, it's not for the look, right? It's for your health. Well then! If it's "for your health" then take a good, long, hard look at the article about one woman who had so much success with the surgery that she now wants to kill herself!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

i'm a sell out!

I just had to write a short note, since it had been a while since I posted last and I was waiting on finishing up some other stuff before I figured out "AdSense". I really wanted to get into the Dr. Phil show that aired today while I was otherwise unable to get online due to circumstances that I would not bore the blog reading public with.

The reason why I would say that I'm a sell out is simply because I chose to use the adsense system at all, and I can just guess what kind of ads will most probably appear here unless I start digging deeper to get rid of specific categories. My blog attempts to look at the phenomenon of obesity from as many different perspectives as possible, and now that I have set up the adsense system, my blog will most probably be selling diets and maybe even surgical procedures!

I just wanted to create at least one post to explain why my blog is going to appear to sell every diet under the sun while I write about how nearly every diet must be a failure if there are still so many people of size in existence at all!

I have probably done more than enough to separate myself from the generic size acceptance crowd, because I realize the failure of trying to make everyone "accept" fat people. It's very obvious after watching the "fat" episode of Dr. Phil that people have had a negative reaction to size acceptance, calling it "pro fat" and pointing out how wrong it is to exist at a size over what those individuals would say was "too big". I really want to get into that, but it is late, and I really have to do some work to at least try to catch up on stuff that actually pays the bills already. It would be a pleasure and a privilege to get to write every day to get more practice and put more of my crazy thoughts into the printed (electronic) word.

For whatever reason, the minute I figured out how to add adsense, I simply could not resist the opportunity to point out how cheesy it's going to be for people to be reading my words about the right to exist at any size and be hit up with ads for diets and possibly procedures that I personally do not believe in and would not attempt to advertise myself. I don't write just for fun, and even though I have plenty of doubt about the value of my literary contributions, I still have to at least attempt to get the slightest return on my investment of time.

I'm not sure it will even have much of a return, but I have to build up some confidence and assure myself that I am moved to write for some reason, and therefore I should use adsense on my blog simply because it is the only viable means of getting any financial return at all. I will continue to do my regular work and attempt to forge forward in this economic hurricane we are all experiencing here in the US. When I have time I will begin to transfer some of the many notes I've been taking while I haven't been spending a few hours a day typing.

I wish that I could have known before I started writing how much the act of writing can make one think and bring about at least some form of enlightenment. Since I have started to write, I have had to go to the trouble of keeping a pen and pad next to the bed so that I can write down the one singular sentence that somehow survives the trip to consciousness. Some of these waking thoughts stay in my head just long enough to write down before the thought evaporates and self-destructs in the awake mind. I'm sure this is something that most people experience, having some vivid, amazing, fantastical dream that concludes with one main thought that begins to fade with each passing second of being awake. It's really interesting that I caught myself attempting to repeat a thought just before waking up thinking that I can hold onto it long enough to write it at my leisure. No matter how much this seemingly important thought is repeated or thought about, each passing second of being awake has an amazing ability to erode the memory of nearly everything that happened in the sleepy nether world of the sub-conscious. Maybe with practice, or more research about how to retain these thoughts I will eventually be able to hold onto them just a bit longer, but for now, I get a chuckle out of some of the random and chaotic thoughts that have lasted just long enough to be written down before the invisible ink of the mind activates and steals those memories during awakening.

I will return soon to start writing about some of the concepts I have come up with, and I will also be too tempted to point out the way in which I chose to write about certain things that ended up coming back into the news within a week or even just a day of my writing about them. I have begun to realize that some of the existentialist philosophy that I have been ranting on and on about are already accepted concepts brought forth by other writers, sometimes hundreds of years before me. I have also begun to discover the wealth of research medium that exists online, such as google patents. Any time I think I have some cool new idea I can go there to be educated about just how long ago someone already came up with the same thing. :)

I just wanted to say again, I am a hypocritical sell out in a way because I will have ads for diets that I know are trash floating around in between my words. I know that I can block some ads, but I am on a practice run with this right now because this is all still my first blog experiment.

Something that I find really ironic is in the way that so much content on the net is currently advertising driven, and I have a few other domain names floating around out there that get tons of traffic but barely make any money. I'm sure that with a little research, this little blog experiment might have given me my first lessons in how other sites I already operate may some day soon have to be converted from membership revenue to ad based revenue. I could actually make more money, why not? :)

I feel really horrible about the way that my work has suffered for the past week or two. I spent so much time putting off the good old annual filing thing that I had to go into "red alert" mode by april first when I only had a few weeks left! Yeah, I actually found out how making even less money than in previous years had at least one advantage, lower bracket! :) I've often wondered why people on the far right have always talked about "punishing productivity" and how we are turning into a nation of slackers. Now I think I've got that one figured out! I didn't make less money on purpose, but hey, if you make less, you pay less! :) I will still attempt to make more, because there is that whole retirement thing to think of, and then there is the fact that I have to start denying myself some things now in preparation of having a brand new wonderful monthly bill for the new health care tax ... ahem, reform. :) I must really miss writing because this very post could have been one or two paragraphs and now I'm already up to over 1200 words! I'm just so old school though. Ad revenue is the wave of the future, but my very first experiments in web sites were always membership supported. Times change though, and I should just appreciate what's coming in instead of being disappointed in how much didn't come in. After all, I'm alive! As I write this I'm not in any severe pain, and I am not hungry and I can pay my bills and play with a computer that I was lucky enough to know how to construct. I'm lucky every day that I wake up with all my senses and enough money to eat and have all my bills paid. While I may not be able to pick up a flat TV or pay for digital cable, I'm not being kept up at night worrying about how to pay for that stuff. I may not have a fancy new car or my own house with a big yard, but I get to go yell at a manager when something goes wrong instead of having to shell out the money on a repair person. Every time I am moved to complain about something, I am simultaneously reminded of exactly how lucky I am if the biggest problem I am focused on in the moment is what I'm even complaining about!

I think I'm really lucky because I have been granted the opportunity of living just long enough to have come upon blog technology and begin writing out some of the random thoughts that my mind insists on presenting to me. It turns out, the more that I write and exercise thinking theoretically, the deeper and more philosophical that thought becomes. In the process of writing about the right to exist at any size, I have been forced to consider the way in which I have been guilty in the past of marginalizing the existence of others in some of the comments and positions I've taken. The fact that I would call myself a sell out for using adsense to sell crappy diets on this blog makes me aware of something I said recently. I have become just enlightened enough to realize with more clarity just how ignorant I really am. If I call someone out for being a hypocrite, I must also consider my own awesome ability to practice hypocrisy. If I call someone out for being hateful, I must recognize the ways in which I have been guilty of being hateful in my past. I wish that there would have been a way to encourage myself to think just a little deeper a couple of decades ago! It would be nice if someone would have taught me how to release ego and think from an outside perspective. It would have been so helpful if someone would have simply proposed to me a theory about how we are all running in circles in a loop oriented existence. A ring or circle appears to be solid yet there must be a beginning and an ending. Maybe the only way to escape circular logic is to attempt to isolate or identify those things that are so significant that they only appear in the beginning and the end.

I was tempted at one point to simply post a photo of some of my hand written notes, but it would be too easy to misinterpret my horrible handwriting and I would not want people to misinterpret my notes when I could simply write in such an ambiguous fashion that it's practically impossible to figure out what I'm talking about at all! :)

When I look back over some of the notes that I've taken over the past several days, I realize how I'm going to have to add some non-obesity categories to this blog, or start a few more blogs! My best bet would be to figure out all the workings of a blog by using this one for practice rather than attempting to figure out the science behind the blog and write for a whole bunch of blogs at the same time. Of course, if I was ever offered a gig writing for someone else's blog and it actually paid I would have to make an exception. lol Back to the notes though! Some of the thoughts that have been provoked while trying to figure out the obesity equation really have nothing to do with obesity at all or at least directly! After watching one talk show today on the subject though, I realize that the equation which includes obesity is so very complex that it encompasses several other phenomenon that the average individual would never associate with obesity itself. One could say that in attempting to figure out such an obesity equation, I have been forced to recognize the fact that there is probably a relatively simple equation to represent humanity itself. When practicing theoretical thinking and keeping in mind how nearly everything can be described in some type of equation, I have come to the realization of how mathematical the construct of our very existence actually is.

Wow, over 2k on the word count. Yeah, I must really miss writing! There was once a time when I fantasized about taking photos and making money. Somehow I eventually made that one come true. What confuses me as I write that is the way in which I have started to get burned out on that whole process. It would be totally ungrateful to say that I was burned out on the whole thing, but I have really lost patience with the many difficulties in dealing with or even finding plus sized models who would participate in artistic pro fat photographic artwork. I have to point out that there would be no shortage of women lining up to take pics if they could do exactly what they wanted and make some unrealistic sum of money, but we all kind of know how unrealistic that is. The simple truth is that to make any money doing anything in this world, someone has to want want something and someone has to provide it. While there are several plus and even super sized women who enjoy modeling, there is a virtual minefield of restrictions, conditions, circumstances, and unrealistic expectations that come with it. I have often described the search for artistic nude plus or supersized models as being mission impossible.

While I am sure I would never get tired of taking pictures, I have started to realize that I am plain tired of re-living mission impossible every time I get or send that first email to a potential future model. I have wasted so much time with those emails that I have even considered publishing some of the emails to illustrate how ridiculous and crazy this whole thing really has been from my perspective. I have shared my thoughts about this with a few other individuals, but even as I write this I have to wonder why I would be compelled to share it in my writing. I guess my ambiguity is painfully obvious at this point, so I'm talking about theory without having to give any specific information. I'm sure that if my written work is ever noticed at all, it will be inevitable that my other work will surface quickly after in some attempt to discredit or even marginalize what I have to say. It's so ironic then that what I have to say is inexplicably linked to my specific past experience.

Ok, this is way longer than I thought it would be and I guess I just needed a "taste" of writing to re-inspire and re-encourage myself to write even more. I already wrote in my notes or maybe here that the path to enlightenment must begin with a single thought. I never knew once I made that observation the way in which those thoughts would come rushing in once I started to research and learn. In ways, I have learned about things while writing that I thought I knew enough about before I started writing. In a few cases, I neglected to retain the most fascinating aspects of some subject simply because I didn't realize at the time just how relevant those aspects may have been to my personal experience or even my situation or circumstance at the very moment I was learning about those things the first time.

No matter what ever comes of this particular blog, I am still grateful that I finally took someone's advice and gave it a try. While I have doubt about the validity of some of my own theories, it is good to know that I can scribble my little thoughts somewhere that may actually hold some benefit for someone else. While I know my photography has had subtle influence for the past 20 years (yes before the internets:), I know that there is a potential for my writing to someday have a positive influence on more individuals than my photography could ever reach. Bye for now, see you soon, sorry about the crazy diet ads, but everybody gotta try to put their hand out, put their hat out, put the guitar case on the ground while playing to an audience of one, or none.