Your response to the fat couple with the lackluster sex life was no better or worse than most of the mainstream media’s information about fat people–which is to say, it was incorrect, unhelpful, and silly. I’m a happy, healthy fat chick. My boyfriend is a happy, healthy fat guy. I’m an adorable 270 pounds, and he’s a sexy 350 or so. We enjoy an active, varied, and satisfying sex life.
Oh, Marilyn, please. If you’re happy fat, that’s fine, and if your fat ass isn’t getting in the way of your joy, have a Snickers bar. But the guy I was responding to wasn’t happy, and fat was messing with his joy. He took issue with his wife’s fat ass, and to make everything equal, I took issue with his. I’ve read FAT!SO?, and I recommend it. But you have a political agenda (Get happy fat!) while I have an advice agenda (Unhappy fat? Lose some weight). Yes, bodies come in different shapes and sizes, and we need to be more accepting of difference. Personally, I think the new mega-Monica looked great on Saturday Night Live. But advising adults whose tastes have been shaped by forces beyond their control, your control, and my control to learn to love fat asses, well, that isn’t particularly realistic or helpful.
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As my story demonstrates, one can’t recommend a single kind of company for confidential prints. If you want to make sure no one is stealing your pictures, go to a lab where you can see prints being made (to prevent them from making duplicates) and ask ahead of time about censorship.
Your advice to the woman who didn’t like the taste of come to get used to it and swallow sucked. A far better response would have been to spit. –Agnew
