(no subject)

My thoughts re: this.

HA. Oh, hai there, John. You are pritty. Also, you are from Indiana, and that explains SO FRIGGIN MUCH about you I can't even. Was it the corn, baby? Were you traumatized? Did you ever intone grimly that there is indeed more than corn in Indiana during a hunt? Or was it
EEEEEEVIL corn?

Build: Stocky. ORLY? Did Jeff put on padding or something, or were y'all confused by the 83 layers of clothes John wears over his body at all times? (Trufax: John was once shot in the chest, but the many layers of clothes stopped the bullet before it touched skin. It was caught in layer 42, which is from the Jurassic era.)

Family: apparently John sprang fully-grown from the thigh of Artemis.

Also, for that second picture: "This is the bitch face. You may often see the bitchface, though it is briefly concealed when suspect is shooting things or clinging to his children. If you see the bitchface, avert your eyes, because there's a high risk of snark contamination. If eyebrow is raised, the situation is critical, and you should retreat to a safe distance before contacting authorities."

(no subject)

I'm going to spare the universe my body acceptance rage, since most of you have heard it. But here, have some links.

Don't You Realize Fat Is Unhealthy?, a line by line dissection of the societal assumption that fat = death sentence. And, might I add, the assumption that it is appropriate for a doctor to pressure someone to have what is a dangerous and ultimately useless elective surgery.

I Am Carnie Wilson, a discussion of WLS and its failure, and how it has everything to do with policing women's bodies.

And finally, First Do No Harm, a blog dedicated to all the bullshit doctors pull on fat women in the name of "health".

Yes, there is a reason that I'm pissed about this. No, I'm not going to say what, because it's not my story to tell. Suffice to say, I hate doctors more every day.