Bad ice cream, or, being contrary. April 30, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, fun, medical school, yellow bile.
So, y’all remember the faculty member who asked me why I thought fat people avoided doctors? And how stupid that was? (O, actually, that was a comment I posted over on SP: I have a primary care faculty member who, after dozens of fat-phobic lectures, looked me straight in the face and said, “Why on EARTH would obese people avoid doctors? That’s just stupid.” Sorry.) He gave a lecture today about upper respiratory infections, including stuff like strep throat; for symptomatic control of sore throat he advocated cold things, like drinks and ice cream, “except, maybe not ice cream because of the calories. So, popsicles. Sugar-free ones.” (more…)
Pardon me? April 29, 2008Posted by phledge in feminism, medical school, yellow bile.
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So, when an older black gentleman, clearly a distinguished member of his profession, teaches at our medical school and makes a whack-ass comment about how “real women don’t work in the yard” and I can’t tell if this is a joke or not, and then he goes on to say “men are wimps” and I can’t tell if this is a joke or not, is this evidence of why all human rights dialogues should be merged? Because do not tell me for a second that this man has not had his share of repugnant experiences in his time based on the color of his skin, and if for a sweet second he realized the nature of his own biases that he would, in some way, see a connection. It popped an aneurysm in me cranium to think of how wrong it is to be a member of a minority and bash on a member of a different minority. It’s all xenophobic us-versus-them patriarchy, and it’s all fucked up.
Whoa, lotta shit goin’ down. April 26, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, feminism, phlegm.
This blog, for me, is just a place for my random thoughts and emotional venting. I like to pick my ideas apart in front of everyone (yeah, all—what is it, now, seven?—all seven of you) and allow others to help me clarify what’s right and good and holy about humanity. So I’m a little worried that maybe I should be more aware of all the feeds that come into my brain, have a little tango, and wash back out onto my shores, based on seeing what’s been going on with the whole blogger of color/white feminist privilege thingy. (I will not name names here because I don’t think I have even a sliver of insight about the conflict.) Let me say this here: if you see something here that belongs to you, or if you think I’m wagging my privilege, call me on it. Please. The last thing I would want to see would be someone feeling left out or taken advantage of because I’m a little bit of a bull in a china shop. I try try try to be cautious and compassionate and I don’t expect someone to “correct” my privilege—that’s mine alone to deconstruct—but I know I don’t always succeed.
Oh, and if you feel so inclined, I’m always looking for folks to put on the blogroll. If your name isn’t there it’s not because I don’t like your blog but rather because, for a future medical professional, I actually have a rather short attention span. Oo, daisies!
Obesonomics. April 24, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, yellow bile.
I made up a word. That’s a great way to end the day. 🙂
I was contemplating the convergence of fat and socioeconomic status and I think I realize, at least in my own mind, why the “good fatty” might be given a reluctant stamp of approval in the patriarchal paradigm, whereas the “bad fatty” is, by this paradigm, left out to dry.* In the United States it is difficult if damn near impossible to be a poor good fatty. (more…)
How the FLDS brings a lot of my concerns together. April 20, 2008Posted by phledge in family, feminism, phlegm.
First and foremost, there’s always more than one side to a story. See, today I was talking to someone at my church who has a friend who has a friend in the FLDS community (small world, non?) and he said that there are actually “normal” people in that group who do not practice polygamy and are actually devastated that their children have been taken from them. I’m not sure I understand how they can be involved in a community whose religious beliefs mandate polygamy and not actually engage in it, but meh. Not my pig, not my farm. (more…)
Sputter. April 18, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, health, yellow bile.
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Congratulations to Sara over at F-Words for emerging from brain surgery relatively unscathed. And for keeping her sanity and civility when someone says shit like this. I think if I were a cancer survivor, or someone, like Sara, who has gone through the nightmare that is a potential cancer diagnosis, and I read something like this, well, I would asplode. As it is I am neither survivor nor the near-missed, and I’m still taking bets on where my blood pressure just went.
Ms Crankypants. April 15, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, health, medical school, osteopathy, yellow bile.
If I seem a little less than graceful or generous it’s because my campus in deep in the throes of what is being called “Fit For Life Week.” The motivation behind this is misguided at best and fat-phobic regardless. The current president of the American Osteopathic Association, a Dr Peter Ajluni, has taken it upon himself to overcome Teh Obeeeeeesity Crisis!!!!1!eleven! during his tenure which, thankfully, ends in July (the tenure, not the so-called crisis—forsooth, something can’t end if it hasn’t yet begun). His presidential theme is “DOs: Fit For Life” because he thinks that it’s absolutely shameful for osteopathic physicians to not look good. Oh, hell, let him tell the story: (more…)
Aw, man, that was my favorite cussword. April 14, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, yellow bile.
In last post I brutalized a quasi-troll who purported that “fat causes global warming.” Well, I called him/her/it a “cocksucker.”
On the way back to school from lunch I, for no apparent reason, looked at that word from a feminist perspective, and whoops. Oh, man, not cool. Because the inherent meaning—someone who engages in fellatio—implies that those who engage in such activity, usually a hetero or bi woman, or a gay or bi man, have something for which to be ashamed or apologetic. Let me be the first to say that I am most definitely a cocksucker and I do not say that to spew TMI all over y’all, but it’s clear to me that I can no longer use that term in its deliciously accusatory form.
So, everyone, give me some good replacements. I have absolutely no compunction about swearing but I have lots of issues with vilifying that which falls into the broad spectrum of human sexual expression.
A “duh” moment. April 13, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, phlegm.
In the car this afternoon I realized that I didn’t have a good sense of the relationship between fat acceptance, body acceptance, and size acceptance. I was mulling it over and it sort of struck me squarely between the eyebrows: fat acceptance is to feminism what body and size acceptance are to humanism. I think. So, I strongly support the right for every person to achieve their goals without externally imposed limitations, and that’s humanism, but I feel that women have more externally imposed limitations than men and they deserve help in overcoming those limitations, and that’s feminism. (Loose translation—I don’t think I could adequately describe either feminism or humanism in the entirety of this blog over the course of five years and I have shit to do during that time.) So fat acceptance, to me, is more…well, urgent, shall we say. In recognizing the suffering of the unprivileged, we learn to embrace both fat and thin (and everything in between) people. (more…)
Confession. April 12, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat.
I bought one of the “Fat Club” t-shirts from Shapely Prose…and I have yet to wear it. I can tell myself that it’s because they drop the f-bomb on the back so it’s not school-proof but what really happens is that I pull out this shirt from my closet and I look at the front and I realize that this is still not what I want. I do not want to be a member of this club. I do not want to announce it to the rest of the world despite the obvious fact that I am, indeed, a member of this club. I feel weird that I have contradictory feelings about my fat; I am neither “fur it nor agin’ it.” Or maybe I am both fur it AND agin’ it. Maybe something will change, maybe it won’t; but the shirt stays in the closet. In other words, I’m not giving it up, but I’m not putting it on yet, either. I thought I was stronger.
Update April 26: I wore it! I wore it to Starbucks and then out to the barn! Woot! Okay, well, it’s not that big a deal, I guess, since only one person in my circle of acquaintances got to see it, and I did have my super-duper long ponytail mostly covering the words on the back, but I’m still surprised that I was simply capable of such a thing. Baby steps.