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Why are you so goddamn fat? Part Three.

28 Mar


Maybe it’s just a slow news day, but glancing through the Huffington Post today (several different national editions), I’m really struck by how much conversation there is around being fat.

Fat babies!  15 lbs at birth.  Jesus.



Fat, pregnant reality stars!  How the hell do you fat-shame someone who is shameless?



Fat woman loses +100 lbs by exercising!



Fat women feel better when their clothing labels suggest they are smaller than they really are!



214 lb woman is proud of her weight and wants to look good in a bikini! (Good luck).



I’ve written before about fatness as an extension of our cultural belief that we are all special, special snowflakes to whom the rules do not apply (except that they do).


And I’ve tackled the fact that young women just don’t give a shit whether men find them appealing or not (they will care so much more when they’re 30).


I’ve also talked about the fact that fat kids are being failed by their parents, especially their mothers, who generally take care of food preparation in most homes.


Today I want to talk about how to protect ourselves from being fat, and why it’s so important, especially for my daughters, to not be fat.

True story:  down the street from us live a couple with two very lovely daughters. The girls names really do start with A and B, so I’ll call them AGirl and BGirl.  The Dad is in great shape and not overweight in the slightest, but the Mom…oh my.  She is a good 100 lbs overweight and maybe even more.  Mom is super strong and athletic and she is always inviting me to go on insane physical activities like a four hour hike up a mountain or a six hour crossfit marathon.


Gah. No thanks.  My preferred forms of exercise are walking, riding my granny bike, and to a (much, much) lesser extent, housecleaning. I’m not really a sporty kind of gal.

It comes down to the food they eat. Standing out in front of their house last summer, Mom came out and asked the kids if they wanted strawberries. Strawberries!  Yummy!


She brought out a plate of strawberries that were coated in caramel and then dipped in chocolate and she served them with marshmallows on the side.

Good fucking god. Way to ruin a perfectly healthy snack.

Unfortunately, AGirl, who is just one year older than PinkiePie, is fat.  It’s very sad, because she is just a beautiful girl, but her beauty is increasingly being erased by her fatness. BGirl, who is one year older than LittleDude is now starting to pack on the pounds, too. By the time they are teenagers, both those girls will be obese.

fat girls

AGirl, who is 12 years old, wears ladies clothing in size 10-12 now.  She very kindly brought down a bag of size 6-8 ladies clothing that she had grown out of for Pinkie to wear – lots of hoodies and yoga pants. Well Pinkie is still wearing children’s size 8, and there is no way she can wear AGirl’s clothing without duct tape and shoe laces tying it all on her.

But guess who can?

I didn’t think through what happened next, and I deeply regret it.  When AGirl came over and saw that not only was I wearing her too small clothes, but they were actually fairly roomy on me, she was devastated.  Her face crumpled. It was really terrible.


I hurt her, most unintentionally, but more importantly, being fat is hurting her.

There is an entire social movement called Fat Acceptance that is trying to carve out space in the culture for fat bodies to be loved and admired, and for those bodies that just ARE fat, that’s a laudable goal.  But the insidious underside of Fat Acceptance is teaching girls (and boys, but to a lesser extent), that’s OK to be fat, all the while ignoring the fact that their hearts are breaking when they look at their own bodies.  Fat Acceptance teaches that feeling bad about being fat is a cultural problem, not an instinctive one.  That the concept of an attractive body is entirely socially constructed, and that there are no biological imperatives that shape which bodies we find attractive and which ones we don’t.

It’s very akin to the idea that gender is socially constructed.

And both those notions are dead wrong.  Both of those ideas steer young people, who are the most impressionable, down paths that lead to self-loathing and profound unhappiness.

Men have a very strong biologically based preference for a high hip to waist ratio in women.  Even men born blind prefer a high ratio!



Women have a very strong preference for men with strong facial bone structure and broad shoulders, especially when they are most fertile.



There is nothing socially constructed about those preferences.  They just are.  And even very young women like AGirl know, deep down, that they are unattractive to ever increasing numbers of men and it just kills them.

There is nothing I can do to help AGirl, except never wear her clothes again, and you can be damn sure I never will.  But I can help my own children by teaching them, most importantly, how to eat. All the exercise in the world won’t help if you don’t know how to eat properly, and one of my principal jobs as a mother is to make sure my children are healthy.  And that starts with knowing how and what to eat.


Another true story:  Mr.JB’s parents are in town for several weeks, and last night, the Dowager decided to serve the kids a really fun meal she had learned about from watching a television show.  Now, in all fairness to the Dowager, she thought the kids would really love it, and she is trying to reach out to me by serving what she considers really trashy food more in line with my social class.

Yes, she’s a giant fucking snob.  That’s a whole other story.

Her heart was in the right place.

Okay, so she grated some cheese, chopped up some lettuce, fried some beef with packaged taco seasoning, opened a can of refried beans and a container of store bought guacamole and then gave the kids each a bag of crushed Doritos to use as some sort of base to load up with all the toppings.  The idea is that you eat your “taco” (or whatever), directly out of the bag and hey, no dishes!


My kids were completely horrified!  They’re polite enough not to say anything to Grandma’s face, but they looked at me in astonishment.  LittleDude, hilariously, pointed out the calories and salt and sugar count on the side of the package.  Grandma was seriously annoyed.


And yes, I have taught my children how to read nutritional labels.  I get them to compare the amount of sugar and salt in any given item to the total calorie count.  A 28 g serving of Captain Crunch cereal has 18 g of sugar!  It’s more than 50% sugar! That is why we don’t buy it.

And I have taught them to steer away from high-fructose corn syrup.  They will read the labels on food products and see if it’s made with real sugar, because they know there isn’t much point in asking for foods loaded with HFCS.

Check out the reaction to this mom:  she put her overweight seven year old on a diet and was subjected to heaps of scorn and accusations of child abuse:



I can just imagine what Jezebel would have to say to my approach to kids and food.  You know, generally, I don’t have any rules or restrictions surrounding food. Don’t like dinner?  Find something else to eat.  I only have one rule:  don’t have shit food in your house and your kids won’t eat it!

Listen to this mom whining and crying about how she is judged because her kid is fat.  But she also admits that she keeps her house stocked with garbage.



At the end of the day, it is the responsibility of the ADULTS in the house to make sure their children are eating properly.  But I guess when you pay someone else to take on the majority of the responsibility for raising the children you chose to have, it’s pretty easy to just throw your hands up and decide your fat kid is someone else’s problem.

But you know whose problem it really is? The child’s.  The fat kid is the one who has to pay the price for the parents (mostly moms) failure to take ownership of her child’s plate, set some boundaries and refuse to cave in to whining and pleading.

The debate about obesity is often framed in terms of “health” and while it is undeniable that being overweight comes with a whole host of nasty physical side effects, the real pain, especially for children, is to walk through the world knowing you are unattractive. That you are ugly.  That people find you repulsive.  That every additional pound you gain means one less person who will ever desire you.

fat kid alone

Kids aren’t stupid.  They can see the hypocrisy of adults trying to tell them weight is about health, when really it’s about love.  When you let your child become fat, you are telling them, in a very real way, that you don’t love them.  And that you don’t care if anyone else loves them either.

That’s inexcusable.  My children could very well end up fat adults, but that will not be because they didn’t learn how to eat properly.  It won’t be because I acted like being fat was cute.  It won’t be because I taught them it’s all right to be fat.  It won’t be because I let them get fat when they were children and they don’t know any different.

If my kids are fat adults, it will be because they have made the choice to be.  And fat is a choice.  That’s the part of fat that needs acceptance.  If you don’t like being fat, it’s really very simple:  make different choices.


It’s your body.  And your choice. Eventually, your children will make their own choices, but for now, their bodies depend on your choices too.

Make good ones.

Lots of love,


Your FAT friends will make YOU fat, so get rid of them!

8 Nov

An interesting study from a couple of Canadian researchers is making its way around the internet today, concerning the effect fat friends have on thin women.  Apparently, women with fat friends can “catch” neuroses regarding their own bodies, and end up being worried about their weight, no matter what they actually weigh, if they are surrounded by friends whose weights are out of control.

Both Jezebel and the Telegraph have summaries of the research:



I am NOT fat, and neither is my BFF, Princess Pixie Pointless.  The two of us are not “naturally” thin.  Nope.  Not a chance.  We are thin because we care about being thin and we have the necessary self-control to watch our calorie intake and make certain we are not eating more than we need.

Yay for us.

However, I have lots of friends who ARE fat, who eat way more than their bodies require, who do moan about their weight (but do nothing about it) and who occasionally express envy that JudgyBitch isn’t fat like they are.  I go out to dinner with these friends and eat the amount I consider appropriate and I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to what the other ladies are eating because they are grown-ups and can decide for themselves what they would like to eat and how much.

The point here is that my fat friends are my FRIENDS, and I love them no matter what they weigh.  Their weight is their business and has nothing to do with how lovely they are as people. The idea that fat friends can make you neurotic about your weight rests on the assumption that women are a bunch of catty bitches who constantly assess one another as rivals and look for ways to tear each other down. And I have no doubt that lots of women ARE like that, which makes them ugly people no matter what they look like.

The idea that women cannot be friends without an undercurrent of competitiveness is such a destructive force in our society.  When the majority of women were at home, raising their own children while their husbands were out earning a living, women banded together to help each other, support each other and just bring a little laughter and happiness to one another’s lives.  Popular culture likes to paint the “housewife” as some downtrodden, emotionally deprived, unfulfilled caricature of a person, but the truth is that most women WANTED to be at home with their small children and STILL DO.


One of the biggest lies feminism tells young women is that they WON’T want to be at home with their infants and small children.  That only a paid job will fulfill them and bring meaning to their lives.  That only cash in a bank account will make them feel useful.  Feminism encourages young women to structure their lives around the assumption that they will have NO PROBLEM dropping the baby off for someone else to raise while they go get a manicure and head back to their cubicle.

The truth is that most women are absolutely gutted at having to leave their babies.  They hate it.   In countries that offer paid maternity leave, the sweeping majority of women take it.  Then they go back to work because they can’t afford their lives without two incomes.  And it’s all based on an insidious lie that older women tell younger women:  your baby won’t matter to you.


JudgyBitch plans on raising PinkyPinkyPie and LittleMissBossypants to understand that they most likely WILL want to be at home with their children,  should they choose to have any, and I will encourage them to pick credentials and careers that will give them that option.  LittleDude is being raised to understand that the best possible world for his children will be to have his wife at home and he needs to pick his credentials and career with that in mind.

So what does this have to do with fat friends?  It’s all part of a brave new world where a political ideology (feminism) has succeeded in destroying the relationships between men and women, between women and their children, between men and their children and now, between women themselves.  Women who hate other women, who lie to other women, who compete with other women, who don’t love and honor and protect other women have created a world where it has become downright dangerous to be a woman.  http://judgybitch.com/2012/10/22/54/

I’m grateful to my friends for being such solid, sensible women with no time for political grandstanding at the expense of every meaningful relationship in their lives.  Ladies, I love you, and even if you ARE fat, I’ll still go out to dinner with you.  And I won’t feel neurotic about myself afterwards, no matter what you eat.  But I will laugh til my sides ache and drink too much and end up dancing Gangnam Style, because that’s what we do.

We’re friends.

With love JB.

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