Kthulah’s Bjournal

Well, I seem to have pissed off another circle jerk of fat bashers who think we’re all suffering from Big Mac overdoses.

I made my last post, a brief quote from 300 on Roissy’s blog and went to do my night routine and take a shower. I can’t say I’ll be thinking of them while kissing my biceps, but I will probably be laughing a little to myself the next time I’m fisting a guy who commented on by shoes before my breasts.

It does remind me though, that I’ve been considering vlogging. It’s not that I’m becoming too mentally lazy or impatient to write, it’s just that well…Guys like the closeted homosexuals (which is what my optimism would like me to believe above the more plausible and natural idea that they’re simply substandard) who bleat too loudly about women’s waistlines above a healthy preference level, live in a world of delusions. They don’t even know what overweight and obese look like, yet as buzzwords, these cause them to spin into panic while trying to sound rational.

I don’t claim to be completely rational about responding to such people with a patent hostility. Were I totally rational about it, I wouldn’t respond to them at all. I don’t make excuses for it based on rationality. I am responding naturally as any female should when substandard males get too presumptuous. Certain privileges are reserved for the strong…or at least the perceived strong. So I flat out hiss.

A martial arts instructor can tell me I need to lose some weight, but then a martial arts instructor doesn’t really need to. It’ll happen as much as it needs to for me to function in that art, and when it doesn’t need to anymore, it’ll stop…and at that point who really gives a crap what people who are not my sensei say?

Merely pointing out in the most precise way that I could, that yipping like small dogs about fat chicks this and that makes a guy look Gay or substandard, earned me a not so shocking, but sad to see, insult about my looks from the blog “owner”.

So I guess I won’t be referring guys from Relationships@blog-city to Roissy for tips anymore. The mighty has fallen. He should have kept his cool or at least done what an actually concerned “Alpha guru” would have done, and explained to me why big women who aren’t unfit should give a flying fart what the mass marketers have to say about weight.

That would have been an interesting conversation to have. I know most of the good answers to that, and agree with some of them. In playing up one’s good features for optimal attractiveness, it’s a good idea to know how to dress for your figure regardless of what’s trendy at the moment…and to avoid looking like a fat cliche.

…but it was pointless since none of them seemed to be reading what I was actually writing. As happened in Usenet with the Tokemon crew, it’s like they were talking to this imaginary person who was saying things that I didn’t and wouldn’t dream of thinking, much less saying.

Whining about how horrible my life is because I’m fat? WTF?

Anyway, what’s done is done. It’s just that this kind of thing is one of the reasons why I’m considering vlogging.

I don’t live in a delusional state wherein I have to be the most beautiful, the smartest, the anything-est…just the best me that I can be. Since I decided to start blogging, and sharing my life with the world, it has done me alot of good as far as keeping things real as opposed to making it easier to live lies.

Some of my offline friends read my blog…and probably some of my ex bitches too. Though the names are different, everybody who knows me pretty much knows who is who, so I can’t even afford too much bias in reporting events.

I think there needs to be more reality on the net. Fantasy has its place here, but not when a person’s fantasies about themselves are used to attempt to dis someone who is being real about themselves.

…that aside though, there is one little thing I’ve been doing for my vanity that the punks have convinced me is so not worth it. I stopped doing pushups on my knuckles some years ago because years of doing it put callouses on my fists.

Though calloused fists are a bit unfeminine, they are a clear indication that I’m probably the wrong woman to mess with. When asking myself what gave some guys the idea that I was alright to attempt to exploit, one of the obvious answers was that none of them know that I can twist their heads off their necks. Well, one of them does, which is why he “broke up” with me in MSN. LOL!

Maybe on some level, it is a mistake to focus on function without giving due credit to form.

Maybe I should put some work into actually looking butch. It won’t make me less attractive to anyone who matters.

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