“Fat Positive” is Heading for “Health Negative”

Can we talk for a minute, woman to world? I spotted a list of “fat positive” tattoos on Facebook that made me gag. Yes, my feelings were that strong and I’ll tell you why in a moment. The idea of fat positive is now in our vocabulary and personal responsibility has been ousted. “Live fat, die yum”? Seriously?

Growing up I was obese. I hit my top weight at thirteen. I was 209lbs on something like a 5′ frame. I was every fat stereotype: self loathing, hiding food, praying I could wake up thin and happy, physically and emotionally hurting. I was a fat girl in a skinny-hungry world and I did it to myself. Today I’m not skinny, but I’m healthier than ever.

My road to recovery has been tumultuous to say the least. I took small steps as a kid, cutting out candy and soda. As an adult, my brother helped me discover Primal health. Did you know there are faces to the Paleo/Primal movement who aren’t just slim size 4, but also strong size who-cares? It’s beautiful! To touch on all levels of health, I have also never loved myself as much as I do today. I’m happier in every respect.

Now with radical feminist interjection in our modern world and a hyped up sense of both entitlement and egalitarianism–both completely absurd–loving yourself has taken a turn for the worse. Body positive has become “fat positive”. Let’s understand what this “positive” idea is.

It's like Where's Waldo, but trying to find yourself. I'm not good at this game.
It’s like Where’s Waldo, but trying to find yourself.

Being positive towards something is accepting it, maybe even embracing it. It is an encouraging nature towards something. Body positive is wonderful. It only started coming to light for me when I saw burlesque ladies’ posts popping up on Facebook. Beautiful men and women of every size, height, race, and creed scrolled across my computer. I discovered Ms. Tess Holliday, a plus sized model and founder of #effyourbeautystandards. I stopped thinking of their supposed flaws and started pointing out attractive features. Well styled hair, bright eyes, laughing smiles, sexy poses, flattering clothes, charisma for days.

With that idea of positive in mind, fat positive is harmful. Let’s use the word fat according to advocates: it’s a word, a harmless adjective. Being fat is not something to hate, but it is also not to be embraced whereas being healthy or health oriented is despite your current size. Everyone knows the health risks of being overweight. Perhaps the risks are so recognized that concern over the health of fat people has now been demonized, and so someone like me won’t be taken seriously. It’s now discriminatory to mention health to them. They would probably even say I fat shame myself for living health consciously!

Feelings must be defended at all costs.
Feelings must be defended at all costs.

I understand. I am ignored by people who have found a scapegoat to let them pretend to love themselves and not necessarily strive for change. Personal responsibility is out the window, but it will haunt you. Yes, you can strut now, but at what cost to your later years? (I also understand that this unhealthy mindset applies to svelte people too, but something the fat positive advocates got right, based on the body positive idea, is that there is indeed a particular stigma against fat.)

Fat positive advocates expect the world to change for them instead of changing themselves. Public transport is discriminatory because standard seating is too small? *No, unfortunately your girth is too wide despite your sexy style. The insurance industry is discriminatory for charging more to those with obvious health risks? **No, your weight is an obvious risk. The workplace is discriminatory for considering your weight when hiring? No, if you struggle with tasks because of your weight, then your weight may be a liability. (By the way, if I’m defending public ANYTHING, you’re doing something wrong.)

Maggie and the Bedazzled Sleep Apnea Mask. She loves herself.
Maggie and the Bedazzled Sleep Apnea Mask. She loves herself.

Role models like Ms. Tess Holliday are fat and beautiful, at least in my eyes. According to her Instagram account, she incorporates physical fitness into her life, and that is awesome! The problem is asking to face the consequences of being fat (topped with entitlement). I worry that people look at such role models and think, “I don’t need to push myself towards health because women like Tess show me fat is beautiful.” Then they wind up with cupcake tattoos saying “Fat girl/boy”. I also worry people really believe the world needs to change for them instead of the other way around or paving their own path. Okay, let’s raise taxes to spend more money on material to widen all airplane seats. Uh huh. We’ll see how that flies…see what I did there?

This isn’t an attack on Ms. Tess Holliday or anyone really. This is a warning to the people who are paving the road to hell with their best intentions. The world owes you nothing just for being alive. Living, not stressing, with health and happiness in mind is what makes men and women beautiful. If anything is deserving of a “____ positive” following, it isn’t the fact that you’re fat, but rather your strength to be well.

*This is why everything should be privatized. Then the incentive may be there to accommodate fat passengers.

**Again, private insurance companies not impeded by federal law would have incentive to get you as a customer.


Games Have Titles for a Reason – Cards Against Humanity Review

A recent review of Cards Against Humanity made me give so much side eye, the computer screen nearly bent. I will thank them for getting my fingers back to the keyboard! Players and creators agree the game is going to offend people. I won’t go into the reviewers’ cringe-worthy use of the word “privilege” or needing a “trigger warning”. I am going to review the game fairly as a lover of games. If my ethics breach the words, it’s no more than what those reviewers did. There’s your warning. 🙂

Cards Against Humanity is a controversial card game with a specific audience understanding absurd humor. It is not family-friendly. I generally play with a group of friends who are accepting of those who don’t know a new friend’s life story. Seems obvious. The game play is very simple. You try to piece together the best joke you can with the cards you drew. Often I find the game to be tricky because your hand may not lend itself to much humor usually for being too random to fit the prompting card. There are cards that people will find goofy. There are cards that people will find “offensive”. Offense is simply one’s interpretation of another’s words or actions. It can’t be avoided short of mind control. (This should NOT be confused with aggression. i.e. rape or assault is not just offensive, but aggressive and criminal. However, joking about it will just hurt some feelings. Simply remove yourself from that company if you’re offended.)

Tasteful. It's tasteful sideboob. Totally different.
Tasteful. It’s tasteful sideboob. Totally different.

In Cards Against Humanity, like the well known Apples to Apples, you are playing the judge rather than the game. Is your judge a grandparent? A bro? A bro-ny? A timid girl meeting your friends for the first time a few weeks into a new romantic relationship with you? …that’s not describing anyone in particular. Your judge is how you determine what card is best. I accidentally upset someone in a game of Apples to Apples because I played “Car crash” and the judge whom I didn’t know had recently been in a terrible car accident. Just goes to show you can’t please everyone. Games designed like this can be a challenge, but they provide an interesting variable to the otherwise obvious structure of players vs. each other or players vs. game. Like Pandemic. Freaking Pandemic.

Rules: There are black cards (I’m sorry, oppressed African American cards?) with prompts, and white cards (oops, privileged cis racist cards–okay okay, I’m done) with responses. The judge draws and plays a prompt card. The players play their response cards face down or hand them to the judge. The judge decides which card wins and that concludes the round. So simple it’s almost necessary to be drunk!

There's your trigger warning.
There’s your trigger warning.

Pros: The first time you play the game, playing with one pack–there are six expansions at this point–will give you plenty of laughs. Just keep adding expansions for more laughs. The game was designed to be controlled by its fanbase; people are encouraged to print their own versions. I lol’d in real life to spot a libertarian version of Cards Against Humanity.

The game accommodates a lot of players and doesn’t require too much thought, making it a great party game. It’s a very simple fill in the blank style game.

A new group of people brings a new challenge with each game. Every judge will like something a little different unless you only play with groups of college frat boys. Pixelated bukake is the trump card to college frat boys.

Cons: This is a very social and unrelenting game. It’s not for people uncomfortable with bawdy humor and extroverts. If you don’t know your company’s humor well, winning is a shot in the dark. Again, definitely not describing anyone in particular.

The prompts can feel limiting based on the phrasing and based on the luck of your draw. It can get especially difficult with the multiple option prompts. Despite 10 cards in your hand, mixing and matching for a winning combination is tricky. Sometimes it’s just luck. That’s what you get with such a simplistic design.

The game is a bit like being a drug addict. The more you play, even with expansions, the more the jokes become predictable and you crave variety. If you can no longer turn to more expansions for your fix, you’re probably just going to turn to more alcohol.

Conclusion: I’m not a huge fan of crude humor and I’m not the “funny guy” of my friends so Cards Against Humanity isn’t one of my favorites. I don’t play well. It’s still a good time when the stars align just right. You end up with treasures like “How Does Obama Unwind After A Long Day?” “Swimming in a pool of children’s tears.” Those precision drone strikes…

Happy gaming!

Confucius say: Deep thoughts go well with Crockpot Cashew Chicken

That scare two weeks ago has me in full blown health and happiness mode. I’m game! I can even plan treats and slowly accumulate ingredients without as much fear of eating or drinking what I bought before I’m ready to make the recipe. That’s right. Who has two thumbs and didn’t take shots of maple syrup while making clean caramel for the first time? THIS GIRL! Also, I’m happy to say I am the newest member of the writing crew for the site Libertarian Gaming! I’m working on a piece comparing the world of The Walking and The Last of Us to a real life apocalypse. Y’know, when the dollar crashes simultaneously with Ebola regenerating its victims’ bodies. Also, HOCKEY IS BACK MOFOS!!!

So here’s my self high five.


Good thing I’ve been on such a roll lately. A number of stressers are squirming into my life right now. We’re starting the next performance at work which is extremely popular with schools and families. Bring on the crying children being waved in our faces. It’s no Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I’ve been told, but just the fact that you have to bring THAT show in to make the distinction worries me.

Also, Facebook is bumming me out lately. Due to algorithms and a general lack of popularity, about 90% of my 317 “friends” don’t see my posts. Another 7% don’t care. Just not sure why I bother there. It sounds like I’m fishing, and I don’t like feeling that way. I guess what irks me is that I already know I have just a little handful of wonderful friends. The number fluctuates as people come and go, even people I didn’t think would go. I take the word “friend” very seriously. I don’t need Facebook to remind me that I’m not a social butterfly and that high school and college were just extended social torture.

It shouldn’t be such a big deal. While definitions are important, so is not stressing out over labels for the people in your life about whom you care. I have convention/cosplay buddies and libertarian buddies and writing buddies and theatre budies. I care about them a lot! That’s all I have the mental energy to think about.

Now let’s talk noms!

Featured recipe: Crockpot Cashew Chicken

You ordah cashoo chikin! You ordah now!
You ordah cashoo chikin! You ordah now!

I have a confession to make. I’ve never ordered cashew chicken from a Chinese restaurant. I have no idea what it tastes like, but I can sort of imagine that thick, dark sauce and the soaked cashews over likely breaded and fried chicken breast chunks. This is not that, but it is something special. If you’re looking for that salty, MSG taste without the saltiness and MSG, you found it. I did substitute liquid aminos for coconut aminos, which could make a significant difference. Again, I just don’t know  for sure, but I like the end result, especially the bits that got charred in the crockpot. Topped with scallions. . .Yum!

I served it over riced cauliflower. . .uh. . .not my favorite idea. I had leftovers for brunch with broccoli. Much better. I might splurge on some rice on a special occasion or maybe use veggie noodles to mimic lo mein. Cauliflower rice to mimic steamed rice just doesn’t do it for me. That, or I’m completely over cauliflower tasting like cauliflower right now. It happens. Just like I’m so over chicken tasting like chicken. Unfortunately chicken is super cheap. As in a pound of boneless, skinless chicken thighs is less expensive that one organic head of cauliflower. Such is life. I give the recipe a thumb and a half up.

NAP Time: Rights =/= Wants

You won’t understand the Hobby Lobby situation until you understand the definition of rights and how they differ from wants. Rights are inherent (NOT granted). Wants are not. Living is a right no one has permission to take from you. Birth control is a want. Controlling your business (aka your property) is a right. Benefits from your employer is a want, a want you discuss when creating a contract with your employer. It comes down to what you agree upon and how worthwhile you are to his/her company. It’ll work better in a free market society.

When you instantly react so viscerally to these situations you make them so much worse by ignoring the most basic principles of non-aggression. I get it, ladies and feminists, your hearts are in the right place. Your rioting, however, is misdirected.

“But they never say, ‘Whose rights must we violate to get what we want?'”

The good Dr. Ron Paul put the situation into perspective better than I could. When you get it, you can’t UN-get it. Freedom works that way.

See him trash statist arguments here: http://rare.us/story/ron-paul-slams-the-left-over-hobby-lobby-wants-and-rights-are-two-different-things/


Just for fun, I found this great little comic that AhaParenting shared. 20 (19 for we atheists) reasons to home school your children. I so hope the father of my child(ren) and I are in a position to home school our kid(s). The State is powerful. Indoctrination of a child is a powerful weapon. I want better than that for my kid(s) and for society. We have to start somewhere, yeah?


NAP Time: Back to the Basics

I follow The Libertarian Homeschooler on Facebook. She posted this video that is a very basic building block to understanding actual freedom, whatever that freedom means to you. After a Facebook conversation I had a couple of weeks ago, I realized there’s a key flaw in the argument for the current government we have. It’s this social contract idea that is maddening. If you want to have laws, you have those laws. But if I don’t want them, you can’t make me follow your laws. You want to talk about property and ownership? Let’s start with this video. Let’s fix things, please!

I’m pretty much decided on homeschooling my child. If she decides she likes being owned, that will be her choice. It won’t be from indoctrination. It’s something I’ll need to discuss with the child’s father to whom I hope to be married and it’s something for which I’ll have to be financially prepared. Then other circumstances come into play.

As any other not-yet-a-mother-but-wishing-to-rear-a-child-as-awesome-as-me, I’m extremely worried about the who’s, what’s, where’s, when’s, why’s, and most certainly the how’s. This video, according to the Libertarian Homeschooler who also lives in Georgia by the way, is great for little ones who can’t read yet. I wonder since the language itself seems a little complex at times. I guess we would talk about what some things in the video mean, like property, liberty, theft, slavery. The things the Libertarian Homeschooler’s older boy understands. . .wow. It’s beyond incredible. He has a bright future ahead of him. I hope I’ll be as good a mother. Better get started on my education!


Looks like the iconic sailor from WWII who sexually harassed a woman in the streets has died today. I don’t celebrate people’s deaths except those who deserve death for trying to harm another person. I don’t actually know anything about this man other than he kissed a woman without asking her consent so I’m not celebrating his death. I also don’t know if the woman was okay with the kiss or not. All I know is that grabbing someone and kissing them when they aren’t expecting it and may not want it is a TERRIBLE idea and should NOT be celebrated. I would go so far as to say it is CRIMINAL. If this happened today, that man would be sans a set of testicles.

Although something tells me if this happened today for the same reason, the cops would care just as little as they clearly did back then. “Oh what’s the harm in a little kiss? Lighten up, toots! We don’t follow our arbitrary laws if enough people don’t take it seriously.”

Til he gives you herpes with that dirty sailor mouth. Then you’re the slut and he’s still just an egomaniac.

NAP Time: Drones Target Yemeni Duck Dynasty Gay Bashers Wedding?

It’s easy to be confused when you rely on news sources to tell you what’s important around the world. They have their own agenda, and if you are reading this, you’re most likely not a part of that agenda. I will not speak any further on the Duck Dynasty man and his gay bashing than to say this: Is it a silly reason to hate a man for preferring sex with men? Yes. Is he entitled to his opinion as a human being? Yes. Do you or A&E need to associate with him any longer? No. And he can’t sue A&E for discrimination because only gay people seem to be allowed to do that. Ask me about the bakery forced to make a cake for a gay couple.

Relax. I have a dry sense of humor.

What I do want to address is the fact that while Facebook blows up with gay pride and ganging up on a silly old man with old school beliefs, A YEMENI WEDDING WAS BOMBED BY A U.S. DRONE STRIKE. Let’s talk about that for a minute. The troops “protecting” our liberties overseas just murdered a group of people attending a wedding in Yemen. Innocent people celebrating one of the most beautiful days of a person’s life are now dead. This protects you and I somehow? Yet people continue to sing the praises of soldiers and of Mr. Obama and lap up the news the MSM wants us to see. Well that’s understandable because most people don’t know what’s happening. It’s not our fault, but do keep a close eye out for the stories that are trying to poke their heads out to the surface. They are quickly smothered if it makes the United States look bad. And in this article, it’s clear that the Yemeni government is just as much to blame because they are for continuing drone use. They just want more regulations (hot word) and legislation (hot word) so they can keep attacking al Qaeda and just hope no more civilians are killed with these “surgical precision” weapons.

I’m getting pretty tired of the Nazi credo “I was just following orders.” Yes, I hear that refusing to follow orders in the military is like refusing to pay taxes as an ordinary citizen. It’s not easy to do without serious consequence. But a line must be drawn. I’m also getting pretty tired of seeing the wrong things go viral because of MSM. Can we have a moment of silence for the innocent dead? Then can we make this the real news?

On Today’s Menu: October 21, 2013

I enjoy well deserved days off.

Got to skype with my mom bright and early. Yay! I wish she hadn’t informed me about the Susan G. Komen lawsuits. That really ticked me off. Like I felt so much hatred for the human race, more than usual. The foundation sued smaller non-profit organizations raising money for cancer research because they used the color pink or had “for the cure” in their titles. Are you seriously sh**ing me, bro? It kinda makes me want to wish some awful, carcinogenic horrors on those people.

Anyway, I was multi-tasking while chatting with mama. While we chatted, I had dishes going. Then when we were done, I got to more dishes while simultaneously doing laundry! All the hot water today! …wait, that’s not a good thing. But it has to get done eventually. Nice clean sheets and clothes. Feels good! Fingers crossed that this second job will make me more willing to use my dishwasher. I don’t mind doing dishes by hand…every now and then. The novelty sort of wore off though. It’s worse when the dishwasher doesn’t want to cooperate. Bah. But today it worked. Yay!

I also cooked. Mashed potatoes, sausage, and baked chicken. Yeah, it’s not much, but I got enough done. I really wanted to just relax for a day. That’s a lot for a day of relaxing. In between cooking and cleaning was plotting and choreographing! I added some notes to my NaNoWriMo story that were scattered thoughts in my notebook. I also got through choreographing my whole act! I just need to fill in the dance gaps, but I’ve marked where all the pulls can go. Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!!! So excited for Thursday! So excited for January!

Just a thought I had the other day: a girl I went to college with does pole dancing now. She did a benefit performance and it was absolutely stunning! Beautiful music and choreography. Now tell me why that’s totally okay (again, it was beautiful!) but burlesque seems to be something that needs to be kept in the dark? Is it because the women take their clothing off? Is the artistry nothing to take into consideration? Is the history of burlesque forgotten as the parody of the upper crust that it is? That was the most interesting thing I took away from the history class. Burlesque is a parody. So you get a little history lesson with each performance.

Plus, it’s sexy. 😀 And empowering. And the performers are pretty nice too.

Art wins again.

I start my new job tomorrow!


  • LUNCH: Beef sausage, two fried eggs
  • DINNER: Baked chicken, mashed sweets