Someone on Twitter posted the wrong link and I wound up skimming Mallick. (What happened to her? Does anyone know? Was she ever worth reading?)
Using the Rob Fucking Ford at Kentucky Fucking Chicken guerilla video as a take-off point, she blithers about the 'vicious looks' she gets because she's thin.
Here at DJ! we take an occasional interest in matters of fashion, women's bodies, and the obsession and manipulation of same.
It's true: Fat is a feminist issue. And not just fat. All the sizes that women's bodies come in.
While I haven't experienced either end of fat-thin spectrum (well, except for that stint [ok, two stints] of excessive intake of what we called 'go-fast'), I know and have listened to people who have.
Here's a 'thin' story for ya, Heather.
A friend of a friend has Crohn's disease. She is amazingly stoic and rarely talks about it. One evening she arrived fuming at some small gathering.
She had been waiting for a streetcar with two other female strangers. The others starting discussing -- at a meant-to-be-overheard level -- how pathetic it is to see women who are so lacking in [insert noble characteristic] that they starved themselves to conform . . . yadayada.
She ignored them. They continued. She gave them the stink-eye. They continued.
Then she'd had enough. She rounded on them and I couldn't possibly duplicate what she said but it was operatic.
It contained words like: cancer, AIDS, Crohn's disease.
It contained an offer to show them a colostomy bag. Right there.
More about cluelessness and offensiveness. Etc.
She left them stunned and stomped off to take a different route.
We at the gathering were stunned too. She was still catching her breath from the reprise, while the rest of us congratulated her.
She said: 'Well, it just felt good to finally let loose with it'.
Someone asked: 'Finally? This has happened before?'
Answer: All. The. Fucking. Time.
So. Cry me a river, Heather.
No. Cry her -- and all the others whose thinness is a symbol of fortitude and forbearance -- a river.
Note to the Star: Fire Heather Mallick.
Note to self: Never read any of her shit again. (I know. That tactic worked real well on M. Wente, didn't it?)