What do a fat girl and a moped have in common?
They are both fun to ride but you don’t want your friends to see you on one.
Fat is the new gray.
Oh well, that was a pathetic attempt at metaphor. analogy, whatever failed verbal symbolism I was trying to dredge up.
What I’m trying to say is that fat is not black. Nor is it white. But we all know this.
Fat is also an unequal curse.
By virtue of height, musculature, and socialization, male obesity isn’t quite as abhorrent as female obesity. Personally, I don’t see any difference, for obesity is a curse in either gender, but it’s amusing to listen to men prattle on about their “inability” to find fat women attractive. Yet…fat women appear to get laid all the time, and from what I’ve seen, have no problems finding boyfriends who appear willing to overlook their rotund bellyness.
I see a dichotomy in our culture between what men bark about when it comes to female obesity and what they actually practice.
Reverse. Back to my original point.
Fat, the new gray.
Because fat is gray.
Every man has his own personal threshold of how much body fat he can withstand before his penis shrivels up and dies. From the radically forgiving to the radically unforgiving, the typical man spans a vast range of fat acceptance. The key qualifier is peer pressure. One of the coldest things you can tell a man is that his girlfriend/wife is fat. That’s a ball-smashing, below the belt blow of which there is very little opportunity to respond (unless yours is equally fat).
However, despite the clamor of men who proclaim their distaste and refusal to bed whales, many guys appear to have few qualms about the practice. Undoubtedly practiced slyly and surreptitiously. It’s like driving a really beat up old car…fine if anonymous strangers see you. I think many men are privately ashamed of their own proclivities toward Tons of Love; it’s not like men prefer fat, it’s just that they won’t kick it out of bed. If men were honest and courageous about this facet of their attraction impulses, we would see less confusion and battered female psyches wandering the dating wasteland.
Why are men driven to hide their tolerance of female chubbiness? I believe skinny has become unrealistically glamorized. Female thinness is a modern standard against which all women are held and for this I blame Hollywood and the emergence of electronic mass media and film. As most can attest, one’s appearance on one-dimensional mediums makes us look a few pounds rounder. Phantom weight. In this sense, the skinniest, boniest actresses and models appear “normal” on film or in photograph. This restrictive and delusional mentality has seeped into common consciousness and the Hollywood fetish for thin has tainted men’s minds in the realm of female physical reality.
As a detour, let me say one thing.
Obesity is a problem, one that has become distressingly prevalent. For men and women alike.
Pick and choose your reasons, I don’t care…that’s not the point of this post. The dietary habits and sedentary levels of the younger generations has spawned a mass of overweight, flabby and huffing and puffing fast food eaters. Much of this modern obesity, as opposed to that of 20 or 30 years ago, has reached unnatural and diseased levels of harmfulness which it could be argued most men would be hard-pressed to overlook.
Anyways, back to the gray.
I prefer a little extra “meat” on women. Although I am repulsed by cellulite when it is allowed to accumulate and overhang like the White Cliffs of Dover, a little solid-looking chub that accentuates a womanly figure works just great. You know what else repels me? Really skinny chicks with no ass or tits whatsoever. I don’t understand how guys find that shit appealing. I suspect men who have a very strong predilection for ultra-thin, shapeless and boardlike women are really closeted homosexuals who happen to be trapped in the psychosexual state of their junior high years when their classmates were barely-pubescent hairless boys. There is absolutely no other reason a straight male, obeying his natural urges to procreate, would prefer a woman whose hips look no more ready to eject an infant than they would be to fill the hourglass template of a woman’s pair of snug jeans.
As a man who has displayed little aversion to the pleasures of curvy women, I have some observations to lend about about female types.
First, let’s deconstruct the typical chubby or slightly fat woman.
The Rule: she has reached this state purely due to her diet. Simple as that. Ignore that “slow metabolism” bullshit. That’s a crock. There is no reason someone should reach 15, 20 years of age, and not have the slightest awareness of their diet and state of their body. By 20, it’s no secret. You know what is going in and you know what is going out, and you know what is being left behind to fill those jeans. We all have the ability to adjust. A slow metabolism should, if heeded, also message you that your appetite is less voracious than someone whose metabolism is “fast.” Women with bonus waist measurements can thank the caloric surplus they ingest on a nearly daily basis.
Caloric surplus also insinuates another fact.
These women are eating calorie-dense foods (processed, sweetened) which are usually overly and unnaturally sweetened, or pumped with fat and salt at levels unknown to occur naturally in these same ratios. This crap food? We know it as junk food. Food of the mind, not the body. Paired with amazingly sloth-like levels of inactivity, it’s inevitable that waistlines will compound into button-busting girth. I guarantee you that women are not eating to caloric surplus by grazing on fruits or vegetables. They are gorging on junk food which is a mesermizing treat of repetitious and mindless chewing and swallowing. Comfort. And the quantities, due to the denseness, are deceivingly small.
The sensual aspect of eating is very important and cannot be overly emphasized. The act of chewing and tasting food feeds a very immediate sensual desire. This is what women are fond of calling “emotional eating.” Essentially, this type of eating sates the taste buds and the palate. It serves no other survival-driven function. Many people, but especially women, are addicted to the sensual feedback which sweet and salty fat-laden foods provide.
If it wasn’t so contrary to natural instinct (and expensive and messy), I would suggest women chew the food, enjoy the titillating and rich flavors, then spit it out.
Obviously bulemics have perfected and refined this approach and I’m being facetious, but the point I’m emphasizing is that this manner of sensual feeding does not need go any further than the esophagus. The tongue is part of the digestive system. The tongue and all its sensual taste buds. It’s marginal eating, really. Sensual eating provides for the upper digestive system what psyllium husk fiber powder does for the lower digestive system. A tool designed to meet the needs of a specific area of the digestive assembly line but not inherently nutritionally beneficial to the rest of your body.
Sensual eating. That’s what it should be called in order to correct the faulty perception of overeating.
Women are generally fond, overly fond, of the sensual.
That which feeds the superficial bodily cravings, which energizes the senses and brings about many displaced, “micro-orgasms” throughout the body.
Women love fragrances (smell), sheer, delicate materials (touch), visually striking and harmonious arrangements (sight)…but the sense of Taste is the one that gets them in trouble.
The umbrella sense that brings all these together, the one that is not officially a sense, is that of pleasure. A woman’s enjoyment and susceptibility to the hypnotic pleasure of taste stands in direct proportion to her enjoyment of the one pleasure I haven’t mentioned. Sex.
Sex is the big white, unsaid elephant, isn’t it?
Women are allowed to express their sensual appetites in the culturally accepted arena of feeding. Feeding is a social and bonding event (just visit any restaurant row near a corporate park during a weekday lunch hour). This pleasurable manifestation of the feeding experience is expressed in a socially acceptable manner involving bonding through the sharing of food and verbal exchanges over the presence of food. The women with the largest restaurant appetites also possess the largest sexual appetites.
Conversely, this also explains the common perception of the archetypal cold, repressed skinny woman whose inhibited appetite begins at the dinner table and spans into the bedroom where she is perceived as frigid, unemotional and aloof.
Here is my untrained, rudimentary evo psych interpretation.
I believe one of the key ingredients of reproductive viability is the sexual urge itself. A desire that is not equally dispersed, obviously. Those women most willing and instinctively prone to breed also enjoy it the most. Concomitantly, the sexual drive is evolutionarily intermingled with the feeding instinct. Thus, enjoyment of food and its tastes results in a type of female physiological “peacocking” expressed as higher percentage of body fat. I suspect that even in primitive era, an abundance of sexual and dietary appetite would leave a trace on a woman’s figure relative to other females of the time. Thus signalling to the males that this individual was willing and fertile. Prior to civilization, female willingness wasn’t quite the invitation it is in our time, however I doubt that males, 6,000 years ago, were dissuaded from breeding so effortlessly as now. However, as mannerly civilization “progressed,” we find ourselves relying on signals more than ever. One female signal which still remains, that of her willingness and drive to breed, is expressed in relative levels of body fat.
This vestigial recognition remains with us and is more useful than ever since males are not free to breed with such wild and random abandon as they once did. Modern society’s mores have created a reproductive dynamic centered around the desires of the female. A man’s innate recognition of the woman’s signals of her willingness to breed will drive him to seek the woman whose body exclaims her sensual appetites.
That is, if he frees himself from the shackles of modern socialization which lull him into the “skinny matrix.”