Large Girth Unappealing To Some
Fat. Not many people want to be fat, but lots of us are. Not many people want to be with a fat person, but lots of us are and aren’t very happy about it. We’re willing to stand up in front of our friends and family, in front of God and the legal system, and promise to stay together in sickness and in health, for richer or poor, for better or worse. But what if the wedding vows said “… even if my loving partner gains 25 or 50 pounds.” How many of us would say “I do” to that? Not Jack.
Jack: “Society has accepted that females are blameless when they do the balloon thing after the wedding ring goes on. The lack of respect a wife shows to her husband and herself when she blows up should be considered grounds for a no-fault, no-cash divorce. It should be known that for many guys, sleeping with an obese woman is just as foul, repulsive and foreign as sleeping with another man. A husband in that situation can either find another woman or spend thousands of dollars on some shifty lawyer and come out as the bad guy in front of friends, family and kids. The truth is, trading the intimacy of marriage for more time at the dinner table is one of the cruelest, most selfish things a wife can do. Sloth is not a virtue.”
For another view on fat, we turn to Alicia. Oprah is always telling us to “make the connection” between our weight and our feelings about ourselves. Well, Alicia has made the connection, all right. It seems her weight is connected, not to her feelings or even her food. It’s connected to her father.
Alicia weighs 260 pounds. She figures she’s about 100 pounds overweight. And that’s just how she likes it.
“If I lost 100 pounds I’d have a very nice figure for someone of my height and build. But I prefer to stay the way I am. After all, most men want slim, fit women, so they automatically steer clear of me. I’m my own man-repellent.”
Why would any heterosexual, 23-year-old woman want to keep men away?
“I believe all men are like my father. He is verbally and physically abusive, an alcoholic and a manic-depressive who hasn’t received help. He insults my intelligence, treats my mother like garbage, uses extremely foul language, takes the name of the Lord in vain daily, walks around in his underwear, bathes every few weeks and with the door to the bathroom open. He’s lazy, cheap, abusive, thoughtless and has threatened to kill me and my mom on several occasions. He even pointed a gun at her once.
“This is how I believe all men to be, or at least the majority. I know some men treat their women like queens and would never dream of swearing in their presence, much less lay a hand on them. However, I have seen more morons than gentlemen, so I will gladly keep my distance. I’ve never been on a date, nor have I had another’s lips touch mine and I am still a virgin. This may be the case for countless others, but what sets me apart is that I don’t want any of the above.
“I don’t think I’m missing out on anything by not having a boyfriend. Well, actually, I am. I’m missing out on a lot of heartache and possibly losing my life during a jealous rage.”
“I hope my father sees this, and other fathers as well, so they see how their destructive behavior has affected their sons and daughters. I don’t know how to have fun. At my five-year high school class reunion, I sat alone at a table and watched as everyone else danced and laughed, having a blast. I sit and watch as others live their lives, happy in each other’s arms. I can’t do this. I’m trapped in fear. I’d rather put a gun to my head than have a man hold me and whisper words of love. I know those words would turn to words of hate later on.”
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