Showing posts with label I need to watch better shows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I need to watch better shows. Show all posts

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Fat suits and belt loops.

So my darling friend Anna Smith alerted me of this article about our favorite guilty pleasure, Pretty Little Liars. Now, I've already mentioned that Ashley Benson is the absolute opposite of a Fat Chick, and uuuh...it's pretty obvious:

"'I put the fat suit on, and honestly, I almost started crying when I started saying my lines...I felt so sad for her, when she’s asking Sean to go to a party with her, and he’s looking at her like she’s crazy. And he’s trying to be sweet to her. I know what it’s like to have the courage to just talk to a boy, and honestly, tears were welling up in my eyes while I was doing the scene, because I felt so bad for her.'"

QUICK. Someone please explain to me why Fat Chicks are supposed to have low self-esteem! Seriously. Asking guys out really isn't that hard if you approach it with confidence, and if they guy looks at you like you're crazy, he's probably not worth asking out, is he?! Yikes. There should be a disclaimer at the end of this article: "Disregard statements of skinny actor; she doesn't know any better."

In other news, I've hit yet another clothing-related milestone. I only own one belt, as those of you who know me know well ("My fucking pants are falling down." "Damn it, hang on, I need to pull my pants up." "I should invest in another belt.") Said belt is now too big. I have run out of holes and have to make my own in order to tighten it to suit my needs. WOO.

Unfortunately, I don't have much else to say. Things have been kind of kooky and busy around the homestead these days, so I haven't had a normal week or weigh-in in a while. Back on track on Monday, see you then!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I am too old to watch high school sitcoms.

You know what I love? Fat bitches on TV shows.

These days it's like Hollywood thinks we're all idiots, though. Like, seriously, I'm supposed to believe that the spindly chicks playing "the fat girl" are/have ever been/were ever picked on for being a Fat Chick? Puh-lease.

For example: I'm unabashedly obsessed with Pretty Little Liars, a horrible, wonderful show on ABC Family. One of the titular characters is played by Ashley Benson (pictured right) and is supposed to be a Former Fat Chick who vomited her way into popularity. This would be all well and good (believable, anyway)...if it weren't for the flashback scenes. They show Benson looking just as hot and svelte as I'm sure she always does (but in a sweatshirt), yet for some reason, her friends heckle her for being fat and she supposedly shops at some hilariously named plus-size store. Bad form, ABC Family.

I mean, it's not like I expect a ton from ABC Family to begin with and I'm not advocating for actors to fluctuate in weight for believability, but it's just sooo silly. I'm not self-righteously insulted or anything. I'm not gonna whine about the sort of message this puts out to kids about healthy body standards because kids should have more common sense than that. If they don't, they probably have bigger things to worry about than body image.

You know what show did Fat Chicks right, at least briefly? Degrassi: The Next Generation. Though I absolutely loathed the Fat Chick character, Christina Schmidt (left) is an actual Fat Chick, which was heartening. Then her character suffered a massive head injury and she left the show. But don't worry, they still talked about body image. And by "they still talked about body image" I mean "they made like, 25 skinny bitches anorexic or bulimic." Sigh.

And then there's this new show, Huge, starring Nikki Blonsky (who is once again typecast as a Fat Chick with Body Issues, wah wah wah -- you don't get a picture of her).

Why
are we expected to hate ourselves if we're fat, again? I don't hate myself. Being fat, to me, has never been so Earth-shatteringly horrible that I cry about it or can't make friends or can't get laid, etc. Sure, there are insecurities that come with being fat, but there are insecurities that come with being super skinny, too. Or freckled. Or brunette. Or, you know, alive. Everybody's insecure. So why do all these high school sitcoms that I watch only show Fat Chicks dealing with being fat? There's so much more to the life of a Fat Chick than that.

In other news, 3 days 'til weigh-in #1!!