Misc. Criticisms » Sun, Jul 31st 2005 8:44 am
I spent much of today in the passenger seat of our Golf while slowly inching our way to my eldest brother’s new home in Toronto. Chris was driving, and we were fighting off the road rage by remarking on the disappointing state of society’s youth. Observations were made and conclusions were reached.
Firstly, after several minutes of “cow spotting”, we realized that the majority of the people we’d seen who were suffering (obliviously) from morbid obesity were in fact female. This is intriguing. Why would women—-supposedly the more image-concious of the two genders—-be more likely to outweigh a Volkswagen than men? Is it because they’ve been brainwashed by the whole “beauty’s on the inside” campaign, or are they just more susceptible to the siren call of the ice-cream truck? I honestly haven’t had time to ponder this, so feel free to offer your interpretation. While you’re at it, please explain why you think they’d be under the impression that us men actually want to gaze upon their rippled abdomens or cheesy thighs while they strut around in belly-exposing tops and skirts no taller than a roll of duct tape.
Obese people seem to hate being judged solely on their appearance, but someone’s appearance says more about them than they realize. If you’re overweight, it tells me that at some point in your life you ate just about everything in sight; you hated yourself enough that despite your noticing the fact that you had to stand further away from the mirror to get the whole picture, you kept eating. You thought “why should I try to look like a supermodel? I’m still a good person on the inside!” That’s completely true, but people don’t care if you look like a super model; I can’t remember the last time I found a super model attractive. What matters is that the “super model” image isn’t just some temporary, superficial ideal; it’s the image of a healthy person. We want you to be healthy, not simply “skinny”. The age of putting on pounds to survive the winters has passed, and never again will the majority of men want their women to weigh 250lbs or more. It’s just plain unhealthy.
I was on my way to obesity only about eight months ago. I had a fat all over, and rolls I could’ve easily used to smuggle bricks of cocaine. I immediately cut the nightly bag of buttered & salted popcorn with can of Pepsi from my diet and vowed to eat much smaller portions of everything. This coupled with biking (something I’ve always done) has helped me lose more than 30lbs since then. Yet for some reason I don’t feel compelled to tell people that it was “so very hard” to make these changes. It was easy as hell. I looked at myself and knew it needed to be done.
Anyway… Once we’d grown tired and disgusted of consciously pointing out fat people, we moved onto “gansters”. In the span of a few minutes, we counted three guys wearing grossly oversized “Jordan” basketball jerseys. How embarrassed they’d be, I’m sure, if they were all to strut to the same street corner at the same time. Honestly, I’ve questioned the thought-process of these people since my first sighting of one in the eighth grade. What could possibly possess a child to abandon all of his unique characteristics in favour of adopting the persona of some shit-talking rap “artist”? (Okay, some rap’s alright, but I think those of us who appreciate music can agree that the majority of it is very much not alright.) These people don’t just dress the same; they walk, talk, and behave the same way too. The reason for this, I assumed, was quite obvious: Fitting in is—-to them—- more important than being who they really are. Rather than wait to meet people who shared their actual interests, they’d take the sure-fire approach and just reshape themselves to fit into an existing group. I go to parties with alcohol rather than hang out with non-drinking people, but I didn’t have to become a different person.
I get the feeling I’m not thinking deeply enough about why these people are the way they are, but I know one thing: some of them are complete asses. Case in point, the 20-something male wearing oversized shorts, a crooked hat, and a “wife beater” shirt who was launching character attacks on my dad for driving into a un-marked dead-end street. He stood behind the U-Haul truck tugging on the bottom edge and shoulders of his shirt as if he were performing some kind of natural pre-conflict ritual as my brother and I just watched from a distance in with stunned looks on our faces. Despite his making a colossal fool of himself, he was presumably well respected by the other sheep in his herd as they stood by and watched with tough faces. Wearing those clothes and listening to that music and walking that walk have apparently instilled some powerful form of unjustified confidence in these people. This wouldn’t bother me if they weren’t such cocky morons with respect for no one but their own kind, and I know many of these guys are great people, but unfortunately it’s the dumb ones who are in charge of “representing”. It’s a shame.
These are just my initial thoughts after having been inspired only an hour or so ago (except this last paragraph which I’m writing at 7:40 the next morning). Feel free to harshly correct any errors you think I’ve made or add your own criticisms. I hope everyone realizes that I’m only commenting on one major facet of these people and that I’m aware that many of them have redeeming qualities but, to make it easier to write, I pretended they didn’t.