This Is Fat Privilege

A million thin voices being slowly sat on

Escape From the Oppression Olympics

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Like most people, I have my pet theories about why tumblr is such a clusterfuck of identities and petty politics, and why so many people on tumblr engage in bizarre and reactionary behavior well past their teenage years. Even taking into account the Greater Internet Fuckward Theory, tumblr culture is of a very specific vein; the vilification of skepticism, the rejection of human empathy, the furious masturbation to textbook psychology issues to the point where you lose touch with the real world. The hydra has many heads; otherkins, transethnics, sapiosexuals, transtrenders, white knights, and social justice assholes from all walks of life, but at the heart of it is that one word that makes this damn website so infamous: privilege.

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Thinnist Propaganda

  • (My friend owns a couple of clothing stores through his family. He dresses quite humbly, so people don’t really recognize that he is an owner. On this day, I’m accompanying him while he checks on one of his stores.)
  • Me: “Excuse me, miss? Where is the plus-size section of this shop?”
  • Clerk: ”Over at the dirt mall where [plus-size chain store] is. We don’t cater to fatty fat-a**es like you.”
  • Me: “No need for that kind of language, and I’m a size 18, so I can fit in some average-sized clothing, but I prefer the fit in plus. I know that there is a plus section, but the store has been re-arranged so I’m having trouble finding it.”
  • Clerk: “I’ll speak to you however I want. People like you are beneath the rest of us. Just wrap up in a sheet and call it a dress. You might need two king-size to cover that Buddha-big-belly!”
  • Me: “May I please speak to your manager? You are being very rude.”
  • Clerk: “Oh, no! You are not going to stomp over me to get me in trouble just because you’re fat! Get the f*** out of here!”
  • (My friend taps me on my shoulder and points to a section of the store.)
  • My Friend: ”The plus-size section is over there.”
  • Clerk: *to my friend* “Why are you helping that fata**?! We don’t serve her kind here!”
  • My Friend: “Well, if you must know, I am actually one of her best friends. I have been for over ten years, and for about five years, I’ve been running several clothing stores for my grandfather until he decided to officially hand the reins over to me two years ago. I, despite my appearance, now own several lovely clothing stores that cater to every woman of every size…”
  • Clerk: *stares*
  • My Friend: ”…including this one. Now, I believe my friend asked for your manager?”
  • (Upon hearing this, the clerk turns pale and calls for her manager, who recognizes my friend and rushes over. After we explain what happens, the manager apologizes over and over, and fires the clerk on the spot for their poor behavior.)
This is Fat Privilege:
Not having to occupy the fattest part of the bell curve

This is Fat Privilege:

Not having to occupy the fattest part of the bell curve

This is Fat Privilege:
Together, being able to change the course of the entire planet…
By simultaneously shifting in your overworked computer-chairs.

This is Fat Privilege:

Together, being able to change the course of the entire planet…

By simultaneously shifting in your overworked computer-chairs.

This is Fat Privilege:
Never causing your lover discomfort and/or massive internal hemorrhaging with your bony hips

This is Fat Privilege:

Never causing your lover discomfort and/or massive internal hemorrhaging with your bony hips

morthond asked: Never having to sit next to anyone on a bus because you take up part of the other seat.

Though sometimes this kind of thing backfires, too:

Anonymous asked: Please can you keep this updated? This is the best thing to happen to the internet since facebook god.

I’ll do my best.

Right now I’m just binging on spare time, but I’m not sure how long I’ll have the self-indulgent privilege.

You can help me by submitting!

This is Fat Privilege:
Not wanting to cry when chatrooms full of nice-guy deliberately-counterculture neckbeards demand that their women should have more ‘curves’ than you

This is Fat Privilege:

Not wanting to cry when chatrooms full of nice-guy deliberately-counterculture neckbeards demand that their women should have more ‘curves’ than you

This is Fat Privilege:
Not being accused of being a ‘Dark Lord of the Shits’ when you take issue with people finding your body type inherently oppressive 

This is Fat Privilege:

Not being accused of being a ‘Dark Lord of the Shits’ when you take issue with people finding your body type inherently oppressiveĀ 

This is Fat Privilege:
Always getting dresses custom-made, while the thin minority get their clothes off the rack

This is Fat Privilege:

Always getting dresses custom-made, while the thin minority get their clothes off the rack