tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697082176991195542.post866784958232443695..comments2023-10-19T06:07:33.562-06:00Comments on In Bad Taste: Elastoplast StuffinessLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03212969079717720025noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697082176991195542.post-9635609061541033392008-05-24T00:24:00.000-06:002008-05-24T00:24:00.000-06:00Hi Laura,It is interesting how we are conditioned ...Hi Laura,<BR/><BR/>It is interesting how we are conditioned to feel shame about making a mess of ourselves with food, while walking around with pantlegs covered in mud or showing up at work with a shirt or blouse on inside out (and I have done this) is, while a trifle embarrassing, not nearly so humiliating. People who have off-color relationships with food are disgusted by any deviation from a perfect, clean trip from plate to stomach because reminders of its substance, textures and mass are noisome.<BR/><BR/>I have nothing useful to say, really, but I did notice you are in the habit of doing battle with the BFB folk (meaning that you don't toe the weight-loss-is-unconditionally-bad party line). Understand that fat acceptance as you seek it and fat acceptance as they warp it is like the difference between a spiritually naive person seeking a Higher Power and a wackaloon fundamentalist who rants about evolution, premarital sex, and demonic scientists without ever having cracked a book (often including the Bible). In other words, they are nuts, they are angry, and they are in serious denial. At some level they know this, which is why they strictly control the comments section: it's more comfortable to bleat in a vacuum than deal with reality, and easier to maintain delusions that way. I feel bad that <I>they</I> feel bad, but they're doing no one any good with their pitiful yowling.<BR/><BR/>But, good for you in handling them diplomatically enough to not have them calling for your ouster, yet.<BR/><BR/>KBkemibehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14843360441074102811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697082176991195542.post-49937636626660593762008-05-21T15:41:00.000-06:002008-05-21T15:41:00.000-06:00i hope you confronted him and ended up with egg on...i hope you confronted him and ended up with egg on your face. literally.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03212969079717720025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697082176991195542.post-23804885256495930042008-05-21T14:00:00.000-06:002008-05-21T14:00:00.000-06:00Funny that you wrote about this today. I cleaned ...Funny that you wrote about this today. I cleaned out my spam mail box today. I haven't been there since May 8th, and I had 256 messages. Pretty much all of them were spam, a few were jokes from friends...all words..so I just deleted them. Sorry, I don't have time for word jokes. I mucshed have pictures with words to stimulate my mind. <BR/><BR/>The one Subject line that I bursted out laughing, and if I did have cheese stuck up in my nose...it would have flew out. It was entitled "Whip Your Pecker into Shape". <BR/><BR/>I can remember when we first got our email account back in 1998, and seeing spam saying "Hey Mike, miss you..here's my pic" I would think...that cheating bastard. I quickly found out what spam was.Michelle Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04612774873294167253noreply@blogger.com