Iâ€™ve been reading a lot of stories lately about obesity and how the rest of the world is picking on fat people. Poor babies!
Look, I understand that in some instances obesity canâ€™t be helped. I also donâ€™t believe that the majority of obese people fit into the category of â€śit canâ€™t be helped.â€ť I just donâ€™t get it. I mean, Iâ€™m not very active. I eat bullshit snack foods all the time; itâ€™s called the munchies. I donâ€™t exercise very much. Ok, I play golf, so I donâ€™t really exercise at all. I even have an electric bicycle. Even with all these things going against me, Iâ€™m still only a few pounds overweight! How the hell do you get to the stage they call obese?
When I looked up obesity on Wikipedia, it told me that this "disease" is very rare in wild animals and pretty common in domesticated animals. The reason? Domestic animals tend to be overfed and under-exercised. In other words, if obesity is a problem, try eating less and exercising more. Sounds pretty simple to me.
A couple of weeks ago at BC, I read an article about fat people having trouble getting hired. The way I read the article and the comments that went along with it, the writer got on his tilt because his mother told him that fat people couldnâ€™t get hired for good jobs. Of course, the discussion that followed brought up smoking and every other thing that employers should be using as hiring criteria, but really didnâ€™t discuss the problem of hiring the obese and the associated costs.
Today I opened the editorial section of my paper, like I do every day, and read a letter from someone whining because their feelings were hurt over a picture in the paper last week showing two therapists sitting in one oversized wheelchair. The person that wrote the article whined because it sent a negative message. What was the message, you ask? According to the letter to the editor, the message is that two normal-sized people can fit in the same space as one fat person. Somehow the person that wrote that letter doesnâ€™t realize that I donâ€™t need a picture to figure out that two of me can fit where one of her can fit. I usually get the picture when he/she walks by my table at Quiznoâ€™s and blocks out the sun for a minute or two.