I’ve been fat my whole life. I’m one of the few fat people in my town, so I never really had any role models my size to look up to. As you might guess, my self esteem was pretty poor.
In 2007, this movie Hairspray came out. If you aren’t familiar, the title character of that is a plus sized girl, Tracy Turnblatt, played by Nikki Blonsky. When it comes to fat, Hairspray isn’t very problematic. It was very exciting to see the title character be a girl who looks me, and gets to be with a pretty attractive dude at the end of the film. Beyond that, in a lot of interviews Blonsky didn’t seem very keen on changing and seemed to like her body. In a sense, she was my first taste of fat positivity, and thus, is very important to me.
Unfortunately, based on recent twitter activity, it seems Blonsky is signing on for Nutrisystem. I understand there are a lot of factors to consider, and it’s her body - she can do what she wants, but I’m very disappointed and upset. This is all very unforseen from someone who until November, has been saying positive things about their body.
Thin Privilege is knowing that you will find someone who looks like you (and that you like) in Hollywood.
Thin Privilege is knowing that they will stay that way.
Wait a minute..
…gets to be with a pretty attractive dude at the end of the film
You mean that thin guy? Go to hell, you fat-shaming shitlord.
Not too long ago, I couldn’t understand why a woman would not identify as a feminist. I knew the term came with a lot of baggage, but I was willing to defend it. I was determined to take the movement back from the misandrists and the perpetual victims.
I still believe that institutional gender biases exist. I still think that women are wonderful, complex, and varied human beings that deserve respect and self-determination.
But I don’t want to take the movement back anymore.
This was the straw that broke the camel’s back:
Let that sink in for a moment:
While people around Zeynep Tufecki were being tear gassed and beaten, she decided to dedicate 1500 fucking words to the real injustice happening here—her Patriarchal Mandroid Cockphone was too big for her dainty lady hands. The article also gained traction on Jezebel.
This is the egregious offense being held up as evidence of a male-dominated society that conspires to keep women down.
Tufecki doesn’t speak for all feminists. But then again, who does? If you’re about to tell me that the author of this embarrassingly self-absorbed article isn’t representing feminism, well, who elected you queen?
These are not real problems. And in the face of real problems, the feminist movement always prefers to take on the role of the victim.
Feminism is supposed to be about gender equality. So why is it that the loudest voices in the movement are more interested in listing petty non-issues that feed their victim complexes:
or childish directionless rage:
or chronic hypersensitivity paired with such a crippling inability to defend your beliefs that you become in favor of government-ordered censorship:
or disgusting hypocrisy:
Most rational people will disagree with this shit, but if you are a feminist, unfortunately these people speak for you whether you want them to or not. This kind of rhetoric has long since gone mainstream.
When I say that I am not a feminist, other feminists will condescend, question my intelligence, and accuse me of self-loathing. Some, like in my example above, will declare me a criminal.
I have been told that if I am pro-equality, I am a feminist whether I want the label or not. I have been told that my personal choices and private habits are invalid and weak-minded. I have been told that consensual sex with a male partner is rape, no matter if I enjoyed or wanted it.
I became a feminist because I believe in individual agency and treating all people with basic dignity. I quit because I care more about those things than I will ever care about making men feel bad for existing.
Fuck your little club. Buy a different phone next time, dumbass.
“Here’s what I’ll admit: many boys have a really hard time with subjectivity. To grapple with your own subjectivity is to grapple with the subjectivities of others. It’s to see the world not as legible, stable, conquerable but as resistant, shifting, and fundamentally unknowable. It diminishes your certainty and authority. It leaves you vulnerable. This is a human problem, being a person among persons, but one that many boys have trouble admitting even the basic tenets of. And so they call for an objectivity that has no foundation except received opinion, that seeks to diminish individual experience, and that turns out to not even exist. Objectivity is very convenient for the straight white middle class male gamer. Videogame culture encourages him to see his own subjectivity as the standard, as objective. He’ll invoke science, economics, statistics, and all manner of folk wisdom to defend his little kingdom. He’ll decry any challenge as ‘politics’ or ‘bad business’ or ‘whining’ or ‘here we go again’. He never considers how often objectivity is a cover for a dominant subjectivity, for a subjectivity that stays in power by not being recognized as such. He fears what will happen if the established order breaks down and the Vox take control.”
No, you idiot, it’s because we’re right.
You make some outrageous claim like “1 in 4 women are raped in their lifetimes.” People point out that that’s false, now, let’s pause here. Up until now, we’re dealing with objectivity, you made an objective statement, one that happened to be wrong, but a statement that could be tested and verified as true or false. Now, defeated in the realm of objectivity, you have two options.
Admit that you were wrong, but since you have a strong desire to help women, voraciously learn the real statistics behind problems affecting them to better address those problems and educate others about them.
Since you have a strong desire to remain in a mindset where you are oppressed, refuse to admit you’re wrong, and toss all attempts at logos out the window, and head straight for pathos town, complete with anger, tears, and BOLD ITALIC CAPITAL LETTERS
I’ll let you guess which option tumblrinas often jump for.
Now, you employ all sorts of angry arguments, none of which make you any more right, but all of which make you look more victimized than if Anne Frank did the DBZ fusion dance with Helen Keller.
"Get out of my safe space!"
"Stop erasing the experiences of the oppressed!"
"There’s no such thing as Objectivity! (At least not when it’s inconvenient to you, remember before you boarded the pathos express you were quite content using statistics to prove your point, it’s just tricky when you realize objectivity doesn’t give a fuck about the patriarchy or male privilege, just with what actually happens.)
And, if you’re the owner of the blog this was submitted from, you just go straight to the point.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!"
And, on the subject of male suicide,
"Cry me a riiiver~" (Although your singing voice is beautiful Big Red, have you ever considered a career in lounge singing?)
As much as you postmodern wackos hate to admit it, reality exists. And it is observable, and when you make an observably false claim and get called out on it, you’re just as wrong as the most privileged man in the world would be. Not gnashing of teeth, pulling of fire alarms, or sassy gif sets are going to change that. So if calling you out on your bullshit is “erasing your experience,” then you can call me PaperMate.