Obesity and the limits of a culture
Get fat. Get fat now. Be thin and then get real real fat. Take your time and just add on the pounds. Have a wonderful group of friends and watch them disappear exponentially to the degree of your plentiful girth. See the change in the level of love as each pound leaves the arena of the acceptable. Watch the phone ring less and less as the disgust of your loved ones becomes revulsion. Listen to their take on the healthiness of life in a loving kind and compassionate call for reductio abs absurdim. Notice how your co-workers start passing you by.
Try and be fat and have panic anxiety disorder. Watch the looks of others. What a strange look. It is such a strange look, that look. Try and function without your medication. See the funny people with the funny looks. See their funny looks become scared funny looks. Try to act normal to the funny people and see their funny funny scariness get more and more concerned, in a funny happy kind of way. Be nice to yourself and watch the funny funny mind tell you that it's not the system but YOU who aren't so funny without the good stuff that keeps you going in a funny way.
Call the good doctor and try and explain the silly willy loopiness that makes the funniness go away and worry that he may call the silly willy policman to tickle you in a white coat and poke you with the sharp shot that takes the blood from your silly little willy and have them take you in the zippy wippy wagon with the tippy whippy turns and honky wonky horns and big bright lights.
Be a normal person who acts funny wunny and hope that THEY won't notice even though they do notice but they just stay away because anything different is scary wary and not so funny wuddy and watch the calls go bybee bybee till only the TV/WeeV remains. That and the lovey dovies of my huggies from boobie woobies kitties.
Lifes a bowl of fucking cherries, right norm?
posted by Tony Forkush at 1:46 PM
2 Comments:
I think the most important thing is to love ourselves no matter what. So what if the super foxy don't turn there heads anymore. So what if we are the least attracted to. If we had money that wouldn't matter.
It's got to be what is on the inside. Anything we do, my friend, we must do with love of the world, love of god, and love of life.
L'chaim. Hey, Teviyah was fat, and he got laid. Maybe there's hope for me.
That’s right. Teviyah had five daughters, so he must have gotten laid. Of course, he had to do it with Golda, but hey at least it wasn’t Fruma Sara. (God forbid)
Who has been sex symbols in the past thirty years: Woody Allen, Rodney Dangerfield, Larry King (hey, all Jews) That’s because woman are not shallow when it comes to looks. After all, Anna Nicole Smith married J. Howard Marshall. (Of course he had money). So I guess woman are shallow after all.
Woman will do it with the most disgusting creature if he had money. The beast in Beauty and the Beast, the Phantom of the Opera. . . Yet woman like the Mel Gibson types. (I thought he hated Jews?) Women don’t know what they like.
The bottom line is, people take us for who we are. They can find the sex appeal in anything and anyone. You are special and I have known from the past that many woman found you sexy. I guess we don’t see it when it happens.
Your friend always,
Michael
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