Life is full of surprises

I really would have thought that fat hairy 50+ year old women would be sat invisibly on the proverbial shelf. But it seems not. In fact the opposite. Weird huh?




Seeing as I’ve just attended a fat blogger fashion event I shall attempt once in my life to write about fashion.


Apparently my eyebrows are fashionable at the moment, as they are thick and dark, which was a surprise to me. I’ve never been good at personal grooming, especially if it hurts. I had an online spat with someone recently cos I was speculating where the line is between men who insist that women shave off every hair, and paedophiles. Spose I’m just showing my age.

ImageIt really is true that if you wait long enough you’ll be ‘on trend’ every now and then- socks n sandals were even in briefly a while ago- though only for men, and only brave ones at that. I regularly wear them for several sensible reasons and I couldn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks:

1. Sandals get sweaty and smelly, but not if you wear socks with them (and change them).

2. Leeds weather is often a bit warm, a bit cold: socks and sandals = perfect.

3. If you’ve got nice stripey socks you can show more of them off in sandals than shoes.

4. I’m contrary- the more you scoff the more I’ll wear ‘em.

I sat in City Square t’other day and literally couldn’t believe what women wear on their feet these days. Instruments of torture which will probably cause longterm back problems, shorten their leg tendons and make their feet look like blistered talons. Not to mention risking sprained ankles while they’re tottering around. Why do they do it? Really, WHY?

I do like clothes, especially if they’re bright and comfy. ImageBut I missed out on fashion as I spent my formative years being a hippy/crusty going to free festivals and having a great time. This was probably my best haircut ever.

Note the homemade stripey jumper. Wonder where that went.

Anyway, the Plus North event was lovely, lots of young gorgeous big birds strutting their stuff- if you are interested in fatshion, take a look at the fb page. There’s lots of links to proper fashion blogs, I don’t think I have the knack.

I shall return to writing about topics I vaguely know sommat about. Quantum physics anyone?

Modern witchhunts

Here’s sommat else I wrote last year.  Time for some new ones.

I’m glad I don’t smoke anymore, or I’d be guilty of 3 heinous crimes. As it is, I’m fat and I DON’T EVEN CARE (gasp) and I believe in homeopathy (get out the handcuffs). Guilty without trial m’lud.

I’m fat for many reasons, including loving food; a modicum of laziness; probably some genetic stuff; eating when and where I want; refusing to diet as I think it’s harmful and boring and I refuse to conform to someone else’s idea of what I should look like. That’ll do for now. I’m pretty healthy apart from a dodgy knee resulting from an aerobics class (ha- knew it was bad for you) and I think people vilify fat now because it’s just so easy- anyone can afford it. One of my least favourite human traits is trying to bolster their lack of self confidence by inventing ways of being better than others.

Fat is still a feminist issue in my book. Don’t get me started on hairy bits, warpaint and high heels. I thank my parents for my spectacular lack of programming in that department. I also think the wearing of corsets is a sneaky way of conforming to a ‘sexy’ stereotype, whilst dressing it up as something else. Nowt wrong with dressing up, but if you can’t breathe, eat or sit down, perhaps you should have a word with yourself.

I also think I’m relatively healthy because I see a good homeopath.

I’m not going to go on a huge rant about homeopathy- that doesn’t change anyone’s views that I can see. I’ll just say that I have found it to work and have seen it work on other people, including babies and animals, which somewhat disproves the placebo theory. There is lots of evidence of homeopathy working in ‘scientific trials’ but for some reason these rarely get reported.

I wonder why the antis get so upset, their attacks feel like a religious crusade. If I wanted to get rich and had no conscience, I’d make weapons or work for a pharmaceutical company. Time and again they’re caught suppressing evidence that their drugs don’t work, or even that they’re deadly. Whereas I am trying to help my patients get well and will be lucky to scrape a living at it. And I’m the evil one.

Ay well, that’s how the world works- money, power, greed; and the media has become a tool- I don’t think anyone can deny that the lack of coverage of Occupy Wall Street implies near blanket control at a very high level (I find that particularly scary). Never thought I’d say it, but Twitter may be revolutionary.

“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

Anyway I’m off to eat some cake and look for the next victim to forcefeed my diluted snake oil.