Apparently, “fat identified” is a new thing people say on college campuses. Since yelling “Hey tubby” is triggering and all. If you happen to be a gelatinous blob who attends Princeton, the Women’s Center wants to hear your experiences as a certified wide load. Over dinner, of course. A “fat positive” dinner.
Genius! If there’s a better way to draw in stampedes of pudgasauruses than a trough full of carbs, I can’t think of it.
According to an online description for the February event, the dinner will be hosted by Health Promotion and Prevention Services (a division of the school’s University Health Services) in conjunction with the Women’s Center.
“This space is intended for fat identified people to share their experiences as a fat person at Princeton in an accepting and supportive environment,” a newsletter put out by the Women’s Center states.
The only thing “fat positivity” is supporting is these chubsters’ journey toward an octuple bypass. I wonder what the topics of discussion will be. How Many Stairs Equal a Heart Attack? Top 10 Skinny Bitches and Why We Hate Them? Taco Bell or McDonalds: Why Choose?
Additionally, participants will “discuss fat positive programming ideas for the spring semester,” with the event description noting that “dinner will be served.”
I wonder if non-rotund people who self-identify as fat are eligible to attend. The make-your-own-sundae bar at this shindig must be off the chain.
Jokes aside, this is just exhibit Q of leftists wanting to normalize unhealthy behavior (see Government Blows Tax Dollars on Study to Promote Fat Acceptance and STUDY: Your Fitbit Reinforces “Weight Stigma, Fatphobia, and Bullying”). Packing on pounds in the triple-digits takes an enormous toll on your health, and any furniture your posterior comes into contact with.
It takes work to keep the weight off. So when lazy people don’t want to do the work, here come liberals to the rescue. To leftists, the problem isn’t you having the circumference of a planetoid. The problem is your concerned friends and family with their “fat-phobia.” They’re the ones with the problem. So, no need to put down that third Big Mac.