kill: (admiral jerk)
([personal profile] kill Dec. 10th, 2008 05:20 pm)
Scene this morning in the elevator, as I am arriving at school to take a final.

Old lady: We're all going to the Plaza! [sees me hit G for the ground floor, which is where the cafe and the supplies stand are located, sneers.] Oh. You're going to get food.
Me: Nope, just need coffee and a blue book for my exam...
Old lady: Oh, well that's much better. [Looks me up and down.] Good luck with your test.

The fuck? So what if I am going for food? At 7:30 in the morning on the day of a final, what, am I not allowed to eat fucking breakfast?

Newsflash to the world: Yeah, I'm fat, but that still means I have to eat every day. It's not like I store sandwiches on my hips and fruit in my boobs and wrap spaghetti around my arms under my skin. Body doesn't work that way, idiots.

Some people's grandmas. Sheesh.

Of course, I don't even know why I felt the need to explain myself. I always think of things to say too late.

From: [identity profile] travellight.livejournal.com


Yep, not only can old people be mean, so can disabled ones. Sucks, huh?

From: [identity profile] kill.livejournal.com


Bleh, I coulda left the old part out. That wasn't really the important part, I guess.

Fortunately these experiences are few and far between for me, though I am still astonished when strangers presume a right to openly criticize someone about their body.

From: [identity profile] travellight.livejournal.com


You could have.

I guess I just always just find it so shocking when it comes from people who are automatically grouped into the nice people category.

From: [identity profile] sykii.livejournal.com


I think maybe it does matter a little here because it means she's had a long time to get it right, and she's still an asshole.
Seriously, WTF. But I bet you rocked that final!

From: [identity profile] kill.livejournal.com


I think it did - I was able to tie a lot of things together in a thorough way. One left, then the quarter is done! Then I get to start all over again in a couple of weeks. :)

From: [identity profile] desolina.livejournal.com


What a twat. Some people's grandmas indeed.

From: [identity profile] starrynytes4me.livejournal.com

God what an idiot!


That is just about as brilliant as the lady who said, "Well you look great!" to me as I ran out the door to THROW UP my anti-nausea medication from the Pharmacy. SO frustrating. Yes, it is attractive when people puke, isn't it? *sigh*

The thing to remember when it comes to weight is that it's almost never about you. It's always about THEM and their own weight issues. That's why women give you way more flack about it than men usually do. At least that's been my experience. It doesn't go away. Women still say mean and hurtful things like it's funny. It bums me out and I only hope I'll never ever be a woman who act like that and considers it just fine to bring other women down.

From: [identity profile] kill.livejournal.com

Re: God what an idiot!


It occurs to me that she might have felt bad about it after she realized what she had said. God knows that I have been guilty of saying some stupid stuff when I get nervous. So I know that it's about her own issues with weight that made her go to that conclusion - that's what frustrates me so much, you know? At family dinners I get people watching my every bite, and many times I eat less than they do!

Sigh. The world is crazy.

From: [identity profile] tenebrous.livejournal.com


I really hope I'm with you when something like this happens next time. I'm getting a big ol' box of bitch for Christmas and I would love to break it out.

You're probably right about people being nervous, though.

From: [identity profile] marzipan-pig.livejournal.com


wrap spaghetti around my arms under my skin

Flying s'ghetti monster!

From: [identity profile] dove.livejournal.com


OMG I want to kick an old lady's ass. Am I going to hell? Or is she?
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