Can't win for losing.
Monday, I walked to the store for some of the essential components of my continuing existence (IE, 'salad greens' and 'strawberries'). I was wearing my usual jeans, which fit just fine, thanks, and a tank top with broad enough straps to cover my bra (not all my tank tops fit into this category). So relatively relaxed, but still decent, attire.
A pickup full of college-age boys (IE, 'sociological bull moose') drove by. One of them leaned out the window and shouted "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, LARD-ASS!", to the general delight and amusement of his fellows. They did some high-fiving, and drove on.
Glee.
Skip forward a few days. I've been on a mailing list for fat acceptance and dealing with being a fat female in fandom since I was fifteen (that's a lotta Fs, isn't it?). It's a pretty nice list, on the whole, although it's occasionally inclined towards stupid drama, just like every other mailing list on the Internet. About four years ago, I had a big falling out with one of the moderators, but that was, y'know, four years ago. I didn't think there was any grudge being held.
About a week ago, said moderator emailed me saying she'd seen my LJ post on body image, and asked a) what I weighed, and b) how tall was I, anyway? I replied to both questions, since I generally don't see any point to being obfuscatory when asked a direct question. I didn't think anything of it...
...until I got an email from the mods saying that as my BMI has reached the point where I am not medically considered 'fat', I am no longer welcome on the list.
Sometimes, I just can't win for losing.
Jesus wept.
A pickup full of college-age boys (IE, 'sociological bull moose') drove by. One of them leaned out the window and shouted "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, LARD-ASS!", to the general delight and amusement of his fellows. They did some high-fiving, and drove on.
Glee.
Skip forward a few days. I've been on a mailing list for fat acceptance and dealing with being a fat female in fandom since I was fifteen (that's a lotta Fs, isn't it?). It's a pretty nice list, on the whole, although it's occasionally inclined towards stupid drama, just like every other mailing list on the Internet. About four years ago, I had a big falling out with one of the moderators, but that was, y'know, four years ago. I didn't think there was any grudge being held.
About a week ago, said moderator emailed me saying she'd seen my LJ post on body image, and asked a) what I weighed, and b) how tall was I, anyway? I replied to both questions, since I generally don't see any point to being obfuscatory when asked a direct question. I didn't think anything of it...
...until I got an email from the mods saying that as my BMI has reached the point where I am not medically considered 'fat', I am no longer welcome on the list.
Sometimes, I just can't win for losing.
Jesus wept.