Zetetic/Zetitic is a new addition to the team at The Standard.
Z also has a tiny bit of a problem with fat people.
First, there was this comment:
Guess I shouldn’t have wasted my vote on RAM but when I saw a really fat RAM dude wearing a ‘GST off food’ shirt I was like ‘awesome, those guys are getting my vote’
Elaborated upon thus:
Seriously, edoze. you didn’t see how funny it was.
The total lack of self-awareness or irony in a guy who clearly has no trouble getting more than enough food calling for the price of food to be reduced.
And called on by me:
So we’ve got “making assumptions about people’s lifestyle based on their size” combined with “basic misunderstanding about the fact that a key reason for campaigning to remove GST from foods is to lower the cost of fresh and more nutritious foods” resulting in a subpar fat joke. Not funny, not clever, not cool.
I think my point was fairly clear. And with that, one would think, was the end of it – not that I’m claiming Instant Ideological Victory or anything, just the assumption that, like so many other random derailments on so many blogs, it was over and done with and we’d each go off on our separate ways.
Until Zetetic/Zetitic, of Z’s own accord, brings it all up again, in a comment ostensibly about racism:
And that’s, um … kind of telling.
Seriously, Z, over half a comment about racism dedicated to irrelevant ramblings about yours truly? And it’s not like you left much to unpack!
I’ld relate the main reason again but then QoT would tell me off for again not being PC enough.
Accusing one’s opponent of objecting on the grounds of political correctness? Seriously? Is Z channelling the bastard soulchild of Christine Rankin and Wayne Mapp? Is it even vaguely relevant to my actual comment? Was my comment somehow unclear as to the objections I had? Sincere confusion here, people.
As if I don’t understand that being fat sucks.
It was the visual juxtaposition, QoT. And the fact that the dude was not aware of it.
A quinella of bingos, here, with “get a sense of humour” beating “fat people are stupid and ergo funny” by a nose.
I know his weight problems might have been glandular. It’s always glandular these days isn’t it. Even when the person hardly does any excerise and stuffs food in their mouth all day long we have to assume its glandular.
Again, some beautiful pulling random comments never made out of Z’s ass. But at the same time, Z calls on a classic obesity myth: fat people are in denial about their Bad Diets and Lack Of Exercise, and blame their weight on glandular problems because They’re Stupid And Don’t Understand That Their Diets Are Shit.
And this is all in relation to someone campaigning to get the GST off basic foods so people can actually afford to eat fresh, unprocessed foods which might be healthier for them! Could be that Z’s reaching a bit.
And because of that [cry to assumed excuse of glandular problems] nothing concerning their weight can ever be funny because its a medicial condition.
God forbid we don’t mock people due to their appearance, especially if it is due to a health condition! The thought! The sheer PC-ness of it all!
Stuff all that, it looked funny, it’s not an attack on the guy, it’s not personal, it was just a funny visual juxtaposition.
I do not need to tell anyone that crying “it’s just a JOKE!!!” is the very first resort of someone who just can’t be bothered to not be offensive. Instead of thinking “gee, why do I perceive fat people as objects of humour instead of human beings?” or wondering “could weight be due to something more than what Jenny Craig ads and episodes of Downsize Me tell me daily?” no, it’s just easier to whinge because The Evil Liberals/Feminists/Fat Activists/advocacy group of choice want to take away your ability to crack jokes requiring all the brainpower of a boiled egg.
And here’s the thing, folks: this isn’t even in reply to me. This is, out of nowhere, tacked into a comment on a totally different post on a totally different topic which Z has no idea if I’ll even read or comment on.
Seems like I may have hit a nerve there.