Sinister spa at the YMCA. Looks scary; feels great.

Although the jets in there are kind of insane and spray up your nostrils every so often, and the tile cleanliness is questionable, it’s all good.

Sinister spa at the YMCA. Looks scary; feels great.

Although the jets in there are kind of insane and spray up your nostrils every so often, and the tile cleanliness is questionable, it’s all good.

You can always count on Shorty to be happy.

You can always count on Shorty to be happy.

  • Mom: What are you whistling??
  • Me: ...ummm... Twin Peaks theme song...?
  • Mom: .......?
  • Me: No, I don't know why.
“The growing number of gated communities in our nation is but one example of the obsession with safety. With guards at the gate, individuals still have bars and elaborate internal security systems. Americans spend more than thirty billion dollars a year on security. When I have stayed with friends in these communities and inquired as to whether all the security is in response to an actual danger I am told ‘not really,’ that it is the fear of threat rather than a real threat that is the catalyst for an obsession with safety that borders on madness.
 
Culturally we bear witness to this madness every day. We can all tell endless stories of how it makes itself known in everyday life. For example, an adult white male answers the door when a young Asian male rings the bell. We live in a culture where without responding to any gesture of aggression or hostility on the part of the stranger, who is simply lost and trying to find the correct address, the white male shoots him, believing he is protecting his life and his property. This is an everyday example of madness. The person who is really the threat here is the home owner who has been so well socialized by the thinking of white supremacy, of capitalism, of patriarchy that he can no longer respond rationally.
 
White supremacy has taught him that all people of color are threats irrespective of their behavior. Capitalism has taught him that, at all costs, his property can and must be protected. Patriarchy has taught him that his masculinity has to be proved by the willingness to conquer fear through aggression; that it would be unmanly to ask questions before taking action. Mass media then brings us the news of this in a newspeak manner that sounds almost jocular and celebratory, as though no tragedy has happened, as though the sacrifice of a young life was necessary to uphold property values and white patriarchal honor. Viewers are encouraged feel sympathy for the white male home owner who made a mistake. The fact that this mistake led to the violent death of an innocent young man does not register; the narrative is worded in a manner that encourages viewers to identify with the one who made the mistake by doing what we are led to feel we might all do to ‘protect our property at all costs from any sense of perceived threat.’ This is what the worship of death looks like.”
bell hooks, All About Love, p. 194-195 (via machistado)
Gotta love the “anonymous headless fat lady” stock photo. :P

And this article it accompanies is scary enough: apparently, Being a Fat Woman Is Criminal.

Gotta love the “anonymous headless fat lady” stock photo. :P

And this article it accompanies is scary enough: apparently, Being a Fat Woman Is Criminal.

Jillian Michaels + The Biggest Loser: Still Annoying

The other morning I overheard Jillian Michaels talking about her return to The Biggest Loser on some TV show. They were asking about her training methods with the contestants, and she described how the contestants who “waste [her] time” drive her crazy.* Specifically, Michaels said they piss her off because (and I paraphrase) she’d rather be home with her kids instead of dealing with these layabouts.

Now, on one hand, this sounds perfectly understandable: I don’t have kids, but I understand the feeling of being at work and wanting to be anywhere but there. But what I can’t justify is Michaels taking that annoyance out on the contestants, like they are charity cases she’s helping out of the goodness of her heart.

Although BL’s producers choose to present this in another way, don’t forget this: the contestants and the trainers are essentially CO-WORKERS. Both are working for the show. The contestants give up their privacy and personal lives for months and make weight loss their full-time job in exchange for physical training + the slim chance of health/fame/prizes; Jillian Michaels and the other celebrity trainers drop in for a few hours to film the clips they show on TV to get a nice fat paycheck. (Hmm, sounds like the trainers get a MUCH better deal.)

If you lashed out at your coworkers just because you would rather be somewhere else, do you think that would be okay? Do you think you’d still have a job if you kept doing that? Of course not. Not to mention that, unlike the average person at a normal job, Michaels intimates that she could afford to quit the show indefinitely because she’s doing well enough with her other enterprises to survive without BL. Must be nice.

Of course, since her coworkers are fat people (subhuman, infantile, weak-willed, useless waste of space, fat people!) Michaels doesn’t just get away with this behavior. I’m sure BL spent a ton of money to get her back on board after her two-season maternity leave.

I watched Biggest Loser for a season or two because my (skinny) girlfriend liked it, but (among its other problematic aspects) I could never get past the skewed relationship between the trainers and contestants. At best, Biggest Loser trainers have a paternalistic attitude toward the contestants; at worst, their attitude is downright hostile, like Michaels exhibited in the most recent episode.

The lack of compassion is just staggering at times. This frustrates me on many levels, in no small part because I believe that these contestants are already hurting and Biggest Loser methods are just adding insult to injury. Continuing to treat the contestants like peons is not going to empower them to succeed, and it certainly won’t help them make healthy, long-lasting life changes.


*when they refuse to work out to the point of vomiting, I suppose??

I’ve been doing laundry and cleaning all day long. Still working on the last 2 loads. The one bright side? It’s been unseasonably warm so I have been able to wear flip flops all day long.

These are my kitties Short Bus and Crookshanks, as photographed by Christina. Yeah, they’re pretty much in love.

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These are my kitties Short Bus and Crookshanks, as photographed by Christina. Yeah, they’re pretty much in love.

royaltyblood:

By mosippy

Sometimes I wish every day could be like this photo feels.

Sometimes I wish every day could be like this photo feels.