So I was dinnering with some cartoonists (and a couple of normal people) the other night, and we got on to the subject of an argument I had on another occasion. Asked what the argument was about, I had to admit it was about fat advocacy.
But I really hesitated to admit it.
To steal a phrase, “I hold what most people consider unorthodox views about fat (i.e. that it’s not some kind of full-body malignant tumor).” And — as I admitted at dinner — I sometimes hate to talk about my views on fat, because doing so tends to get other people to classify me with the folks who wear tin foil hats to fend off the aliens. It’s not a comfortable feeling.
I went into it a bit anyway, and tried to make it funny. But it’s a problem. I have to get over my fear of being seen as a
nutcase crank, I guess.
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