bengraven
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It's fine to disagree on someone's views - the internet has helped us come into contact with people who have the complete opposite views as us. But making it personal, especially to someone who's not in the public eye, is taking things to another level. It's disturbing. It's obsessive.
Hale Goetz is a feminist writer (and self avowed gamer) who regularly contributes to blog entries on things such as Gamergate and the concept of rape culture. Because of this she became an enemy in the eyes of someone who was on the opposite of her viewpoint. Someone who knew her back when she was young. And someone who hated her and her views enough to humiliate her.
You may not agree with her. You may feel offended by some of the things she's said. I personally haven't read any of her work.
But does that mean you're going to go primal in your treatment of her?
The picture in question.
She took it in stride.
I always wondered the same thing. When I've had people treat me like I was the lowest of human scum, not worthy of being alive, being in their company. I was gross, fat, my clothes were old-fashioned. But did they go home to a mom who loved them? Are they married now to someone who they can't live without? Do they believe I didn't have the same thing or could be capable of it? Or was it that they were "normal" and normal people are still "good" if they treat abnormal people like shit. You can fat shame someone, talk about their race or sex in a negative, but still give to charity, help your neighbor fix his roof.
At what point do you realize that if you were truly good you should treat everyone the same?
http://jezebel.com/when-your-fat-pic-goes-viral-as-a-feminist-cautionary-t-1749947791
http://www.themarysue.com/feminist-writer-hale-goetz-fat-pictures/
Hale Goetz is a feminist writer (and self avowed gamer) who regularly contributes to blog entries on things such as Gamergate and the concept of rape culture. Because of this she became an enemy in the eyes of someone who was on the opposite of her viewpoint. Someone who knew her back when she was young. And someone who hated her and her views enough to humiliate her.
You may not agree with her. You may feel offended by some of the things she's said. I personally haven't read any of her work.
But does that mean you're going to go primal in your treatment of her?
I had just finished Christmas dinner with my family when I got the call: “A picture of you is on the front page of r/funny,” my friend told me. I’m not a regular Reddit user, but I know about r/funny—it’s a popular subpage, a place with a lot of cat pictures. Funny? Had I been funny? I traced back through the past week, wondering if I had finally made one of my 119 Twitter followers laugh, but then my stomach clenched as my friend explained my stardom wasn’t because I had been funny. It was because I had gotten fat.
Entitled “Empowered Feminist,” the post on Imgur (a photo-sharing site that serves as unofficial Reddit companion) went up 10 months ago and now has over 750,000 views, a number that goes up by the thousands each day. The picture on the left—me, as a skinny girl—is taken from my high school yearbook. It doesn’t exist on social media, or it didn’t until someone I went to school with took a grainy, washed-out cell phone pic to post on Imgur. It’s labeled “2009,” but it was actually taken in 2007. I had just turned 16 and was entering my junior year.
On the right, my hair is shorter, I now have glasses, and I am fat. Get the joke? I was skinny, and now I’m not. The likely cause of my weight gain, says the internet, is Tumblr and my (not actually) recent flirtation with social justice.
After a few apologies from my friend and some quiet thank yous from me, I hung up. My family rushed to my defense when I told them what had happened; they were livid, with raised voices and tears in their eyes. For a moment I was furious, too. I clicked the link my friend had texted me to Reddit. I looked at the image. I read the comments. And then, I laughed.
“Well, they’re not wrong?” I said, shrugging on that last word, my inflection suggesting a question. They’re not wrong that I was skinny, and now I’m not anymore. So what?
The picture in question.
She took it in stride.
I think I look pretty good in that “after” picture, the one on the right where I am very fat. It’s from when my now-husband and I announced our engagement in June 2014, and it was taken on a MacBook near the best source of light in our shitty Chicago apartment. I think of my lipstick, dark red and painstakingly painted, as a moment of perfection frozen in time. If my husband’s face hadn’t been cropped out of the meme, you would see his bushy, red beard and thoughtfully closed eyes. We had spent all day calling our families, telling them the news, and then we took a round of pictures to send to our friends. This is the same picture that’s sitting on my husband’s dresser, printed and framed by my mother-in-law. This is us, happy and cute and in love.
Of course, 750,000 of my closest friends do not agree. Cross-posted between MRA sites and Reddit boards aimed at humor and fat-shaming, my 16-year-old self smiles on the left while my 23-year-old self smiles on the right. The comments debate my fuckability, posing inquiries like: How many dicks would I have gotten had I stayed thin? Didn’t I know the dangers of being obese and the medical conditions that could arise? And, was that really even the same person?
The thousands of comments were as repetitive as if the people writing them had just hit copy-paste. The same sentiments appeared over and over again, yet everyone felt equally compelled to write them. She’s fat, she’s gross, how can this happen? And so on.
It makes me wonder what they’re like to their friends, to their families, to their coworkers. If they met me at a party, would they laugh in my face? Based on the good time I generally have at parties, my instinct says no. But just to be safe, maybe I should start carrying my junior year ID around so we can get this out of the way: I used to be thin, and now I’m as fat as what’s in front of you. Me, then. Me, now. Get it?
I always wondered the same thing. When I've had people treat me like I was the lowest of human scum, not worthy of being alive, being in their company. I was gross, fat, my clothes were old-fashioned. But did they go home to a mom who loved them? Are they married now to someone who they can't live without? Do they believe I didn't have the same thing or could be capable of it? Or was it that they were "normal" and normal people are still "good" if they treat abnormal people like shit. You can fat shame someone, talk about their race or sex in a negative, but still give to charity, help your neighbor fix his roof.
At what point do you realize that if you were truly good you should treat everyone the same?
“Just, like, wanna destroy whoever made that,” said a friend, followed by the bubbled “...” as I waited for her to elaborate. “Like, I want them wiped from this earth.”
With the knowledge gained from a bachelor’s in writing at my disposal, I wrote back, “LOL.”
I couldn’t get in touch with the anger my friends and family felt. A year ago, I might have popped on Reddit to defend myself to the people who shamed me, but it just seems so pointless now. What’s the argument? What am I supposed to be defending?
A lot of people in the feminist community encourage you to love your body no matter what, but I don’t. The love for my body is the same it’s always been: a little mark on the scale between annoyance and acceptance. I’ve lost 30 pounds since the picture on the right, and I’ll probably lose more, and then maybe I’ll gain some back. Bodies sag and they droop and they tighten and stretch. My body is a part of me, I give it a lot of vegetables and a lot of water, and I use sugar scrubs and coconut oil to make my skin soft. Sometimes I look in the mirror, stand to the side, and push out my belly to get a better look. Weird, I think. Bodies are weird.
To me, being fat is just another bullet point on my list of attributes, something factual but not all that interesting, like how I’m 5’6” or that I dye my hair. But thousands of pictures like the one I found of me exist; I saw them stacked up in piles with my own. What is it about us that makes people so mad? Maybe someday being a fat woman won’t feel like a political statement, but for now, I’m happy to exist in accidental defiance: I am happy and I am fat. Let’s eat.
http://jezebel.com/when-your-fat-pic-goes-viral-as-a-feminist-cautionary-t-1749947791
http://www.themarysue.com/feminist-writer-hale-goetz-fat-pictures/