Do looks honestly matter? II (94)

I probably agree... but its how you say it, how often you say it and ultimately whether you respect the other person's right and ability to make their own choices... And that isn't pointed at you...

"The art of being a Gentleman is knowing when not to be"

Obesity doesn't kill you faster - being unfit does. That is bad science being continually quoted as fact.

• Being overweight and unfit is extremely bad for you.
• Being normal weight/under weight and unfit is less bad for you.
• Being ANY weight and fit conveys EXACYLY THE SAME health benefits (my capitals, for the hard of thinking).

The original "science" that the fat-is-bad-for-you mantra comes from is decades out of date and comes from doctors taking the people who were in front of them (i.e. the sick) and looking at what factors were the cause. It was not based on an overall survey of the population as a whole. The fit (and therfore far less sick) would not have appeared in front of the medical profession. As a result, we have the current vilification of anyone overweight (regardless of how fit they are) and it seems that it is ok to scorn people's choices about their weight because somehow their health is at risk. Which, if they are fit, is complete bollocks. One cock-licker on this very website even posted once that it is apparently "impossible to be obese and fit". Twat.

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Oh you poor little lamby-kin, does the nasty post above upset you..?

Edited 3 Mar 11, 11:53 PM by Beau_Tox

and....

Did you know that women who are overweight have a lower risk factor of developing osteo-porosis after their change than thinner women?

There. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Az me shloft mit hint, shtayt men oyf mit flay : or, Quien con perros se acuesta, con pulgas se levanta.
Meaning ~ If you lie down with the dogs, you get up with the fleas.

I'd disagree somewhat with the last point - there are plenty of physical extremes which are held aloft as aspirational elements of attractiveness, both presently and in the past century, and that's exactly part-parcel-problem of the whole culture of body dysmorhpia that's kicked into action. Moreover, it's the extreme accent on particular combinations of body measurements falling into an increasingly narrow collections of covetousness that's the heart of the dicktitting shitstorm.

I used to be fat, welllll fat. Am not any more. It's a complex and thorny subject, made volatile by the juxtaposition of genuine but generic consequences with the deep personalisation of the issue when applied to the individual with regards to something as intimate and impactful as relationship with food and body-format.

By the way, I largely agree with your stance, but it always exasperates me in fat threads (or close-by discussions that spill into fat banter like some hellish muffin-top jeans) when the to-and-fro rarely ascends beyond a tit-for-tat of veiled accusations and precious protectionism. It's a fascinating subject matter, for both its pertinence and the extent to which it touches on so many interwoven slivers of the personal/ideal/perceived parts of ourselves and their interplay with the world around us, and the grand social psyche.

For my part, it was too much hollow 'understanding' and 'patience' with my condition from the supposed authority figures around me - a reluctance to teach me of boundary defined with any kind of fire - that led me to become a massive plumper in my formative years; and it was only receiving a shotgun-blast up the backside regarding the physical doldrum I was in that gave me the fuel to get the fuck on with sorting it out (which was something that I had long wanted to do, but had no idea how to embrace it - there's just no grammar for tha cul-de-sac of comfortable melancholy that vice can lead you to, such is our ability to adapt and find cohabitation even with things that slowly tear us to shreds). There needs to be an intensity of a wish to change; but what sparks that needs to be volcanic yet not vicious, and there's just no grammar for such a highwire walk.

Millions of more things to say on the subject matter, but there's a huge jar of KitKats nearby that desperately want to high-five me in the mouth, so I'll stop there.