Letter to the Editor

So, the Portland Mercury printed a short piece on the PETA protest in last week's paper. This week, they published two letters to the editor about me/The Protest, wherein people (again) failed to understand the complexity of our criticisms about PETA's approach, insisting that feminists are stodgy and boring, and that all fat people are unhealthy. What follows is the letter I wrote in response.

Dear Editor:
In response to "AlphaMonk543" and "Crake Bailey" (Letters to the Editor, Vol. 10, No.15, Sept. 3-9), as well as others who insist on reducing the stance of myself and The Portland Feminist Action League (PFAL) to complete drivel, I would like to state, for the record:
*We believe in animal rights. Caring about animals does not, however, have anything to do with whether I (or anyone else for that matter) am fat, thin, or anywhere in between.
*My sole purpose in life, as well as PFAL's, in fact, has very little to do with PETA. Being critical of PETA's tactics is not, actually, my favorite way to spend free time. It's just that their beer commercial approach to animal rights is tired, played out, boring, offensive and devisive. I actually wish PETA would just focus on CRUELTY TO ANIMALS, so I didn't have to spend my time protesting their hateful ad campaigns. Check out their Mexico border billboards. They also enlist racism as a strange bedfellow. That's just plain dumb, mean and illogical. Yeah, we think racism is wrong, too. Bring it!
*I do not, nor does PFAL, believe that women should or should not keep their clothes on or off. Please. Individual women have the power to do whatever they want with their bodies, and we never said otherwise. We do believe, however, that utilizing the Carl's Jr. aesthetic to promote animals rights is simple-minded, silly and counter-productive.
*If you people really want to believe that everyone thin is healthy and everyone "overweight" is unhealthy: good luck, and have a long and happy life!

Sincerely,

Erin Fairchild, feminist

PETA Break

Holy moly! After feeling guilty for avoiding writing our open letter to PETA, in response to their "apology" over the whale billboard, I finally (at the kind nudging of some awesome people), decided to take a break from PETA. We'll get the letter out, but I just needed some space from those people! Our relationship is wearing really thin...and this is not an anti-PETA blog, afterall. It's a blog about body image, sizeism, and, ultimately, FEELING RAD ABOUT YOURSELF, no matter what the world (or a.hole blog commenters) tell you. No, I will not hate myself, and I will not succumb to demands of revealing my diet to people who want to judge my health like I'm a suspicious liar. Thanks for the compelling offer, though!

Life is too short to spend it wishing for a different body.

A friend sent me this link this morning, and I thought I'd share it. Kate Harding says it all so well. I obviously have some critical feedback about what constitutes "plus size," but baby steps, people! I love what Kate says about all of us being "real women," at every size. I fantasize about an even more diverse "plus size" calendar or magazine shoot. I guess we'll just have to make it ourselves. And there will be no air-brushing, because what's hot is what's real.

glamour "plus size" photo shoot....

We'll get around to the PETA letter! We just needed to do it without stabbing out our eyeballs.

Standing up to Fat Phobia, PETA Style: Chapter 2.

Before I conclude with our troubling experiences in speaking with PETA president and co-founder, Ingrid Newkirk, at Tuesday's protest against PETA's use of sexism and sizeism in ad campaigns (triggered primarily by the deplorable, asinine, and hateful "save the whales" billboard in Florida), I'd like to take a hot second to focus on the power of direct, peaceful action. Though publicly taking on fat phobia as a fat woman has been emotionally rigorous and overwhelming, I am so pleased that more and more people are talking about sizeism, body image, and hate speech in an impassioned, critical way. Our protest was small and happened off the feminist cuff, but it has clearly impacted the debate about PETA's tactics. For those of us involved, it has been so invigorating to know that caring about compassion and social change is neither fruitless nor impossible.

We speak out against PETA because we believe that all forms of oppression are interconnected and work together, and we refuse to compromise -- as thinking, caring feminists-- our commitment to social justice for all...including (gasp) fat women. Caring about animals is simply not an excuse to draw on the fat phobic rhetoric of the mainstream media as a way to shame fat people, whether PETA is promoting a cause I believe in, or not. I am a vegetarian, after all.

So, BACK TO THE PROTEST!



As some of us stood with our signs outside of Powell's, the bookstore where Ms. Newkirk spoke, some of us returned to speak with Ms. Newkirk, to share our concerns and disappointment in PETA's insistence on using oppressive tactics to promote their (I'm just going to say it) corporation. One of our group spoke extensively, in a mainly respectful exchange, with Ms. Newkirk about why we chose to protest PETA. I approached Ms. Newkirk towards the end of the discussions, as she was talking to yet another of our group. I will attempt to paraphrase, as accurately and clearheaded as possible, the conversations that took place, because we found PETA's stance to be even worse than we'd suspected.

When a fellow protester spoke about his concern that shaming fat women is oppressive and alienating, and prevents him from supporting PETA, though he'd like to, Ms. Newkirk said that shaming fat women would be a good thing because it would wake them up to vegetarianism and veganism. No joke. I'm not making this up. Ms. Newkirk represented PETA as saying that shaming fat women is, at least partly, their intention with the whale billboard. Then said protester mentioned that there are many things that determine body shape beyond just diet or meat and dairy eating, and Ms. Newkrik flatly disagreed. According to her, people are fat for no other reason than eating meat and dairy, and they would lose weight if they stopped. The protester then suggested that even though some people do lose weight as vegan/vegetarian, some people are still fat as vegan and vegetarians, and that even by her logic, the ad is unfair to them. The protester then explained it's simply bad strategy to alienate and shame people, many of whom might ultimately support PETA if they didn't feel offended and/or attacked. Ms. Newkrik responded that "shock value and controversy are the way one gets media attention and gets on Larry King Live."

Another protester attempted to engage Ms. Newkirk in conversation about how using conventional, limiting beauty standards of naked women's bodies in a sexualized way is sexist and oppressive to women, and promotes the idea that women's bodies are more important than their brains and hearts, pointing to the fact that men's bodies are not objectified in PETA ads. Ms. Newkirk then referred to the protesters as "prudes," saying that telling women to cover up their bodies is what's oppressive. She then regaled her delight in sharing that a woman recently said to her, regarding the jerky whale billboard, "That's what I've got: blubber!" This woman decided to go vegetarian to lose weight, which seems to completely justify the billboard in Ms. Newkirk's mind. If just one fat woman is shamed in to becoming vegetarian (with no larger commitment to or understanding of the well-being of animals, one might be cheeky enough to presume), then PETA has done it's job! Doesn't this sound a bit like zealotry? Why not just lock up fat women, put them on a vegetarian diet, throw rocks at them, call them names, and encourage all the "healthy vegetarian" thin people to do the same, all in the name of promoting your "ethical" cause? Why not?! PETA seems to think they can do whatever they want....

I approached Ms. Newkirk a few minutes later as she was speaking to another in our group, who was emotionally telling her history of supporting PETA from the age of 12 until she came to realize their hurtful, embarrassing approaches to promoting animal rights. Ms. Newkirk, in short, responded with the idea that "these obese people are hurting their children," and spoke again about meat eating leading to fat bodies. As, I walked up, clearly the chubbiest in the room, Ms. Newkirk looked me in the fucking eyes and said, "I'm not okay with the fat positive movement," and began to personally lecture me about obesity, heart disease, and the ills of eating meat and fast food. I told her that I'm a vegetarian with a healthy diet, which she glossed over as she said, glibly, "We love whales, and we love women - we'd just like to save them both." I told her I didn't need saving, and she again threw out some bogus information about how all fat people are more unhealthy than all thin people. Honestly, the rest is kind of a blur, as I felt myself sliding in to equal parts berserker rage and intense sadness. I wanted to remain civil, and she was attempting to withdraw anyway, so who knows exactly how it ended. I know I left feeling more disappointed with PETA than when we'd started.

IS PETA AN ANTI-FAT ORGANIZATION OR AN ANIMAL RIGHTS ORGANIZATION? Tune in for more, as we share PETA's letter to those who complained about the billboard...it's not good.

Also, please check out these reports on our protest!

Bitch Magazine

The Portland Mercury

The Willamette Week

On Never Stopping

While I gather my thoughts about how to talk about the most troubling and difficult part of Tuesday's PETA protest (our conversations with Ingrid Newkirk), I thought I'd point back to the foundation of this blog: it's important to me to be loud, vocal and visible about body image and sizeism, while remembering that all forms of oppression intersect.

In my mind, if you say hateful things about poor people, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about people of color, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about people who struggle with mental health, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about queer people, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about people with disabilities, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about women, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about fat people, you're talking about me. If you say hateful things about trans people, you're talking about me. If you exploit animals, you're exploiting me. *Not* because all forms of oppression are experienced in the same way, or even because I can claim to own all of those experiences. And not because I have all the answers and never make mistakes, not because I don't have my own blind spots. You're talking about me when you talk hatefully about those with less power, because I know what it feels like to be discounted, spit on, discriminated against, made to feel invisible, made to feel ashamed. I have a heart that cares deeply about the welfare of all people and animals, and I refuse to parcel out those parts of my heart in to separate, distinct causes.

The following is my first blog posting. I am reposting it because it reminds why I decided to put my own tender personal experiences on the fucking internet in the first place. I am not going to be shamed in to silence - not for PETA, not for anyone. I love my body exactly how it is, and I won't stop saying so, believing so, acting so - EVER.

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From December 2008:

I recently went to a talk by Peggy McIntosh about white privilege -- probably most known for her seminal article on the topic, "White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack." As a young Women's Studies student first learning about the complex relationship between power, privilege, and oppression, this article really did have a profound impact on me. To see Ms. McIntosh speak now, so many years later, was sweet and touching. I loved the way she talked about social change as a personal and poetic journey, the way she took her ideas out of elite academic language and spoke directly from her own experience, the way she was a rad older woman with all kinds of spunk. During her talk, she asked the audience members to talk to each other about our experiences with unearned privilege, and experiences with oppression. She asked us to think about what area(s) of oppression and privilege have made the biggest impact on us as individuals, and I realized in that moment, sort of like sad magic, that sizeism has had the most totalizing impact on me as a white, queer, woman -- or at least it has been the most obvious and continuous way that I've experienced oppression.

I've spent lots of time thinking about where I have privilege, and where I don't. I have been emotionally (and sometimes even spiritually) connected to braving my way through this world as an unapologetic, large bodied woman -- as a fat woman who's not afraid of her body anymore. Obviously I've known that sizeism is a form of oppression that impacts me. But in that moment, a few things became clear. My relationship with my body, and often conversely, this culture's relationship with my body, is an inextricable part of who i am, how i make sense of the world, how I sort information. My experience is not unique -- many of us are seen as bodies first: either too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too different, acceptable, unacceptable, white or not white, gendered correctly or incorrectly. So much is written on our bodies. What's written on my body is a story of change and power, so much pain and hiding, so much negotiation and intention. I certainly don't hide anymore, and I still struggle with standing firmly in my body, steeling myself against everything that tells me I should hide. This is about being firm, clear and intentional, about making my own meaning. And it's how I survive.

Standing Up to Fat Phobia, PETA Style

It feels like at least a little bit of magic that Ingrid Newkirk, president and co-founder of PETA, spoke at Powell's in Portland last night. What gorgeous timing! Thanks to smart phones, social networking sites and frantic tip-offs from proactive, feminist friends, we were able to pull off a flash protest at Ms. Newkirk's talk (in about 1.5 hours, no less!). Though so much of last night was a heartbreaking disappointment, more of it was inspired, moving and ultimately worth the emotional roller coaster of taking a stand against fat phobia in a fat body. Everyone that came to protest PETA's sexist and sizeist ad campaigns was articulate, well-spoken and respectful, despite some taunts and jeers. Additionally, everyone was so incredibly supportive of me in particular, which felt important as it become more and more apparent that Ms. Newkirk and a few of her supporters were treating me differently (um, less human) because of the junk in my trunk. Though I'm actually MORE disgusted with the uncritical, self-righteous, privileged stance of PETA after last night, I am proud of what we pulled off, proud of my amazing friends and allies, and proud of the feminist spirit that kept us awesome.

Because many of Ms. Newkirk's audience members were confused about our stance, let me lay out a few things:
*We were not protesting the care and compassion for animals that is important to PETA and other animal rights activist groups. Many of us are vegan/vegetarian and have engaged in animal rights activism.
*We don't believe that to question another activist's practice or theoretical approach means we are discounting their cause, de facto.
*We believe that all radical, progressive social movements should be self-reflective, accountable and aware of privilege. Members of said movements need to be willing to consider their blind spots and engage in productive dialogue with other concerned human beings. I'm not sure how radical and progressive a movement is if its members are unwilling to think about these things.
*Caring about the treatment of women and the treatment of animals are not in binary opposition. There's no need to choose one over the other. This isn't rocket science.

So, we showed up last night a little early to make some signs and tell some jokes about misogyny and backwards politics. It helped. Not because we think we're more important than anyone, but because how else can one deal with an aggressive, public attack on one's dignity and self-worth? Through humor, obviously. Someone from the Mercury interviewed me, and though I really can't remember what I said in my adrenaline induced high, I trust that it made sense and packed a punch. I do remember that my protest friends rolled out some brilliant comments for her as well, a fact which bolstered me.

We headed over to Powell's, our signs rolled up neatly in our bags, our feminist hearts beating perhaps a little faster. I, for one, felt keyed up, nervous, excited. I entertained fleeting thoughts such as, "yes, that's right a.holes - the fat girl is protesting fat jokes - yuck it up" and "I could never have done this ten years ago" and "don't cry, ERF." But, with the crew of smart, funny, supportive people around me, I let those thoughts come and go, and I kept walking. I thought about how, just like whales and turkeys and various other farm animals, I have feelings and emotions that can be hurt by human cruelty. Mostly, though, I thought about how good it feels to care about something and know that other people care about it, too. I felt thankful for all of the sap and emotion that takes me over at least once a day, helping me to feel compassionately connected to humanity, and even the animal kingdom. I'd rather care deeply about the world and risk getting hurt than be apathetic. It's a worthwhile venture.

At the talk, we filed in to our rows of folding chairs, respectfully listening as Ms. Newkirk spoke about kindness, compassion, and the interconnectedness of animal rights and environmentalism to the visibly white audience. She suggested that we nag people in our lives until they care about animal rights. Then she played a cloying (albeit cute) montage film of animals being adorable. Who doesn't like adorable animals? Of course I teared up at the clip of two horses that appeared to be in love, in spite of the fact that I felt absolutely disgusted that this woman could speak so sincerely about kindness while promoting a hateful advertising campaign. We all waited expectantly for the question and answer period, where we hoped to illicit some public dialogue with Ms. Newkirk. That moment never came.

Much to our surprise, Ms. Newkirk moved swiftly to book signing. A Willamette Week reporter approached our group, asking if we were going to protest, make some noise. Without losing a beat, we marched silently to the front of the room, lining up against the wall to the side of Ms. Newkirk's table, our signs over our chests like (come on, let me nerd out) sloppy badges of courage. People stared, took photos, whispered to each other in small clumps, looked confused. Some punk kids and white folks with dreads and thin bodies suggested we protest something "more offensive" than PETA, wanted to have heated conversation with us about how wrong we were. Everyone in our group remained calm and polite. In the meantime, one of our group approached Ms. Newkirk as she signed her treatise on kindness and compassion, attempting to have a civil conversation with her about sexism and fat phobia in PETA's ad campaigns. Ms. Newkirk asked that we wait to talk until after the signing, presumably when her adoring fans were out of ear shot. A Powell's employee, who was undoubtedly just doing her job, became red in the face as she insisted that we leave because this "wasn't our event." Apparently we were an unsightly distraction. We got kicked out of Powell's!

We walked through the catacombs of books to the front entrance, signs extended, where we waited for audience members to exit. We talked and talked and talked to people with questions and furrowed brows. Most people were earnestly interested in our platform, and the majority of people that we spoke to were able to see why PETA's insistence in objectifying women's bodies like meat is troubling and, frankly, UNETHICAL. Some people were inexplicably mad (muttering venom as they passed through our wall o'feminist epithets), though they hadn't even been at the PETA talk. Most people were peaceful and respectful.



And then, things got philosophically gross. I have to go to work and live my life, so please stay tuned for "Confirmed: Ms. Newkirk Hates Fat People" and "Ms. Newkirk Supporter Tries to Make Me Cry." You won't be disappointed. Or, actually, you will be incredibly disappointed.

PETA = Pervasive Douchebaggery

This week has been full of fat jokes. It's been like walking through a fat joke land-mine; I feel like I have to walk gingerly and protectively, knowing full well that no matter how careful I am, the "joke" is still going to blow up - right in my face. Movies, TV shows, "news" segments, advertisements, radio programs, the diet ads on every website that a woman may possibly ever navigate to...they have all assaulted me with particular force lately. It's okay to make fun of fat people and discriminate against us, because, hey, we're simply worth less than thin people. We contribute nothing but crumbs and empty food wrappers to society, in a frenzied wake of constant eating and slouchiness. We're all about to die of heart attacks, costing tax payers billions of gold bars, and our "health" is up for judgement because, after all, we ruin the the lives of thin people by merely existing. It's cool; no, really. I don't have a heart or a brain or any sensitive fucking feelings, because growing up fat was SUPER EASY, and it's been quite simple for me to learn how to live happily and completely in the face of enforced shame and hate. So go ahead, make jokes at my expense. I know you do it because you care about my health -- and I'm sure studies show that making jokes about members of an oppressed group is medically helpful.

AND THEN THIS:


This PETA billboard has made a lot of people angry, and I'm glad people are talking about it. When I saw it today, sitting at my desk, I felt like PETA had sucker punched me in the stomach (yes, even though I have a belly, I still feel pain when you hit me there). I teared up immediately, remembering all of the times that I was too scared as a child to wear my bathing suit in public, anticipating whale jokes like this very precious PETA gem. It's true that I am a bleeding heart, and I tear up nearly every day over something (don't worry - I like this about myself). So, it's not like PETA has some special power over me. I'm just saying, like bunnies and cows and chickens and pigs and puppies, I have feelings. This ad hurt them, and then filled me with rage. I wanted to punch someone in the face, actually. But since I don't advocate violence towards animals or humans, I restrained myself.

Because this blog is already getting out of hand in length, I have decided to rely on some good ol'-fashioned bullet points. I will write more soon, especially about PETA's bogus press release regarding the public outcry. I also need to take some space from PETA, before I start having illegitimate pizzas delivered to the homes of all the fucking sexist douchebags who run their ad campaigns. But if there's no meat on the pizza, it will keep them all thin, right? Huh. I guess everyone who works for PETA has to match the specifications on Ye Ol' Height/Weight Chart, right? I wonder if they have weigh-ins and weight cut-offs for employment. Nah, because that's actually ILLEGAL.

This billboard doesn't make sense because:
*The oppression of animals and women intersect, inform, and promote each other. The politics of meat are creepily akin to the politics of women's bodies. The oppression of women does not liberate any animals.
*Fostering care for animals should not be done at the expense of humans simply based on the shape of our bodies.
*Weight and health are incredibly complex and vary from person to person, for varying reasons.
*You can't assume how someone eats based on their weight. You just can't.
*There is no way that simply not eating meat means you maintain a healthier diet (and will thus lose weight). I don't care if PETA can point to a handful of studies. Since I have a functional brain and critical thinking skills, I'm capable of grasping the fact that statistics and research methods are often nefarious and influenced by the subjectivity of fallible human beings.
*Dehumanizing a group of people is simply not a logical way to market your "progressive" ideas, especially if said ideas involve the liberation of another living being. Yes, fat people are dehumanized to sell diet pills, exercise gimmicks and beauty products every minute. But not to sell politics that I want to get behind. And I don't even eat factory farmed animals.


Personal anecdotes that make me want to firebomb PETA headquarters (though I won't, because I'm basically a pacifist):

*I was vegan for about 8 months and remained the same weight I'd been as a meat eater. And no, I wasn't living on french fries. My weight stayed the same because this is my natural weight.
*I'm mainly a vegetarian now (I eat fish sometimes), and my weight is the same, within a 10 pound range, as it's been since high school.
*I spent most of my young life being tormented by my peers and culture at large for my weight, a fact which led to suicidal feelings by the age of 13, which was a far greater health risk than my actual weight.
*It's taken me years and years of hard, pro-active personal work, education, and therapy to shake off the cloak of shame and blame that controlled me for a large part of my life -- all because of the size of my ass. As such, it feels especially hurtful to be faced with fat jokes at every step. Imagine being bombarded, daily, with insults related to your most sensitive wounds, wounds that you sustained because of those insults in the first place. We deserve a fucking medal for having any sense of confidence, self-determination and positive image as fat people, even as women. And yet we do, without a medal.
*So many people that are thinner than me maintain a less healthy diet, which is totally their business and not a point of judgement. It's just a point.
*I'm actually not trying, as a woman, to reach some sort of perfect "beach bod" bull shit. I'm actually just trying to be a good person who cares about the welfare of all people and reflects that in her daily life. It's a lot more fulfilling way to spend my energy.

Sexism, sizeism and animal abuse work together. Women deserve as much care and compassion as animals. PETA can kiss my big, fat vegetarian ass.

Bed Death, PJ Central, Elegant Watches

Friends. My mailbox continues to be assaulted by the No Sex for Fatties League of America (NSFLA), and I would like to share the latest horrors with you. But, read ahead with caution: the following images may lead to intense bone crushing (potentially worse than trying to make out to Terms of Endearment). With every new assault, however, I vow to take an even stronger stand against Bed Death. I WILL NOT BOARD THE ONE WAY TRAIN TO PJ CENTRAL. I urge you to take the same pledge. Stamp out obligatory frump!

Imagine my terror as I opened up the mailbox, fresh faced and excited about the potential of good post from a pen-pal. In my tight skirt and tank top, I'd forgotten for a fair amount of time about popular culture's insistence that I cover myself at all costs. Distant echoes are the "too fat to wear that" slurs flung from douche bags in cars as I've grown to just not care what douche bags think -- from within their coward mobiles or wherever they pervasively take up space. In fact, my friend Meghan and I call this "pervasive douchebaggery," and who even has time these days to engage with such boring and stupid ways of relating to fellow human beings? I don't. And you don't. Anyway, as I pulled this out of my mailbox, I steeled myself against the chisel that attempted to chip away at my Hotness. It's especially disturbing, as you will note faithful reader, that this latest version of Boner Killer has my name emblazoned across the front. Apparently if I order some shame based clothing asap, I will receive a free "elegant watch." What I read, however, with fear in my heart, was: "Erin F-child! Ensure that you never have sex again!"



The catalog is filled with the same photos of jaunty thin women wearing hideous pastel colored cotton bags made for chubby ladies, and I shrunk away from it in sheer disgust and with a sense of danger.

And then! "Woman Within" slapped me right in the face with its asexual pages, forcing me to stand even taller in the face of complete sex drive annihilation. I can't help but imagine that the "woman within" references the thin woman, the socially desirable woman who is buried under the curves of fat women everywhere. Like in each of us, there's a skinny woman screaming to get out, choking on all of the donuts and gravy that surely all of us are constantly shoving in our mouths from slothy positions on our recliners.



Seersucker sale! I would like to insert here that seersucker, especially on dapper gentlemen, can be totally hot. But trust me when I tell you that Woman Within does not have a firm grasp on hot, as witnessed by these plaid tent dresses. Why are so many plus sized outfits inspired by the Easter aesthetic?!



"I like this dress because people forget that I have sex organs! It's roomy enough for me stow hamburgers and giant chocolate bunnies in the pockets. And, when I get so full from over eating that I have to roll from room to room, this dress is big enough for comfort waddling!"












Here is the lovely combination of Easter and PJ's, rolled in to one sweet outfit. Maybe the Woman Within people actually want us to date chocolate bunnies, be employed by chocolate bunnies, pay for plaid elastic waist pants with chocolate bunnies, and go to chocolate bunny therapists.












Speaking of PJ's! Welcome to PJ Central, where chubby ladies come to die. I mean, seriously. If you're still reading, I'm worried about your ability to ever have a hot, romantic encounter ever again. Unless you feel really strong in your position against the NSFLA, you should navigate away from this page right now! Their powers are strong over the weak of heart. You must pledge to never succumb to frump, and/or to reducing the sexy, chubby ladies in your life to sexless lumps. I mean it.



DELICIOUS COMFORT. This headline reminds me of a pair of underwear I recently saw at Torrid, which had a box of french fries, for fuck's sake (in blatant McDonald's themed colors), splashed over the front. I was tempted to steal all of them and light them on fire. Why would intimate apparel for fat women need to reference food and eating?! Well, I actually already wrote about this. It's because we don't have sex with real people. We have sex with food.

Stand up against the NSFLA! Have hot sex and feel good about your body, no matter how short or tall or fat or thin or lumpy or smooth or hairy your body is! People will love it! Life is too short to drown your body in shame.