You hate-spewing, body-image-fascism-promoting asshole. I’m a large woman. I read your two incredibly offensive columns about “girl love handles” and the supposed “health risks” of obesity. How dare you oppress women, large and small, with your judgments! Maybe if you enjoyed putting something in your mouth every once in a while that wasn’t cock, Mr. Skin and Boners, you would see things differently. At least food is supposed to go in our mouths. Why don’t you try swallowing something that wasn’t shot down your throat sometime? Food–it’s what’s for dinner. For some of us, anyway. –Large and Royally Disgusted About Savage’s Sermons
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Second, I’m sick of talking about GLH and the obesity epidemic. I would dearly love to move on, but the mail keeps pouring in. Some is from folks who’ve got my back (thanks, gang), but most is from ticked-off women like LARDASS here. As of this writing, I’ve received exactly 10,547 e-mails complaining that my refusal to take the self-esteem-boosting/public-health-shredding position that you can be obese and healthy somehow oppresses women. Interestingly enough, I haven’t received a single piece of e-mail about how, say, the Food and Drug Administration oppresses women.
Despite the recommendation of its expert panel, in May the FDA announced that it would not make Plan B available without a prescription. Why? The Bush-appointed asswipes running the FDA claimed they were concerned that Plan B couldn’t be used safely by girls between the ages of 11 and 15. (Pregnancy at 11, however, girls can handle just fine, I guess.) By that standard, members of the panel pointed out, no drugs would be available to anyone without a prescription. You can overdose and die from freaking Tylenol, for crying out loud. The real reason the Bushies don’t want women to get their hands on Plan B, of course, is that they don’t want women–young or old, large or small–to be able to control their own reproductive systems. That’s oppression, no?
First off, you were born five foot two and 450 pounds? Did your mother burst like a seedpod?
–Smelly United Kingdom Smoker
I agree that it’s time to move on, DO, so the fat subject is closed. As for piss-guzzling, diaper-wearing, leather-clad horsemen, we aim to please around here: check out www.boytaur.net for a nice selection of horsemen and -boys. None are guzzling piss, wearing diapers, or clad in leather, but I think you’ll find them plenty freaky.
