So here’s my answer to his oscillation between villain, victim, social engineer, and way too easily amused tool of the nanny state.

Permalink though it’ll probably never get posted because he can’t make up his mind whether he’s trying to be the world’s most underqualified fitness expert, or amuse himself by convincing people they’re going to find the remains of flayed fat chicks in his cellar one day.

Roissy says, “i don’t attack fatties who understand the negative effects their fat has on them.”

Yes you do.

“my sadism is reserved for those fatties, like heather, who wish to claim that their obesity has no deleterious consequences for their lives.”

…and apparently fatties like me who understand the effects and learn to thrive in spite of them…or correct them to the best of our ability without sacrificing our health.

You know, those of us who don’t want to look like the washed up old hoes you think are prettier than the rest of us.

LOL!

To each his own…

“superiority ain’t got nothing to do with it.”

I know that. It’s your *desire* to *believe* that you are superior.

“the facts are enough to put the lie to heather’s claims.”

Her claim of being 5?5? and 185 lbs?

Her exercise regime?

Her doing crafts?

Her not being a miserable wretch just because you want her to be?

Your being ignorant and shallow?

Yes, the facts are quite enough for the both of you.

My response to her would have started something like…If you’re 185 lbs. not bodybuilding or doing serious strength training that might lead to bulking up, and not losing weight, it’s because your vegetarian diet includes way too much cow food and not enough people food.

“namely, that the overwhelming majority of men prefer slender babes.
hth.”

…and we all know that what the “overwhelming majority” likes is the most important pursuit in the hedonist lifestyle.

Must seek the pleasure of the “overwhelming majority”.

This is becoming excruciatingly tedious.

“those are not my goals. i’m here to amuse myself.”

…and yet…

” if my cruelty happens to cause one fatass to drop the chalupa and slim down to a sexy weight, well then i consider that collateral beautification.”

So you find thought policing on behalf of the “overwhelming majority” amusing.

Are they paying you for it?

…because really, I don’t see how anyone who values individualism in any way would actually enjoy licking the USDA and the entire nanny state democratic party’s collective anus, unless they were getting paid for it.

“your other point that shaming is counterproductive is simply false. if it didn’t work, so many people like yourself wouldn’t be up in arms about my advocacy of it as social policy.”

It’s not that it doesn’t work in herding people, albeit chaotically…It’s that well…anybody who’s in pursuit of truth would find it silly outside of a social engineering context.

So if you’re not social engineering, and you’re just doing this for your amusement, then hey.

I apologize for misjudging you.

Just remember that the meanest sheep is still not the shepherd.

At this point, my dad is winning the argument about there not being a cure for stupidity.  He also held a mirror to me that the only reason I even bother with people like Roissy is from boredom.  I write on a variety of subjects I care about, and this is really enough for me to get what I see as “the job” done.

…but then I encounter someone who’s somewhat “off the grid” and attempt to nurture that.  It’s not always received well at first, but usually once they realize I’m a nurturer, not a coddler, they stop freaking out and butch up.

Every once in awhile though, I run into a “Jackie” who is just a mean sheep, not an up and coming shepherd, sheepdog, or wolf type; and he instinctively well, reacts badly.  So rather than laughing to myself, and going my merry way, like I should, I nip at them for kicks, when I’m bored or having writers’ lull.

I can admit this to myself.  Thing is, it’s like playing a video game in “god mode”.  In fact, both my dad and Shai have called me on that.  After awhile, it’s kind of pointless, and I get bored with that too.  Someone has the ability and awareness to break away from the herd, and then control their level of attachment, or they don’t.  That is not something they grow out of, get over, or have an epiphany and rise above.

…and I should really stop messing with their heads when I’m bored.  We all have our role in nature, who is smarter than any of us, no matter our pet megalomanias, social engineering projects or hobbies.

One day, enough people on ancestral or paleo diets will cross the 20 year mark healthier and happier than their peers.  Then the herd will at least stop eating like cattle, and start eating like tribal apes.  Then again, better social engineers than me are making quite a bit of money by convincing people that they should eat like cows, so I don’t know…the information might be suppressed and all the evidence said to be anecdotal or flukes.

Either way, I’m losing weight with no signs of my forehead beginning to resemble my backside, without sagging skin, and without feeling deprived at all.  I feel like I’m aging in reverse.  So who cares what illusions get others through the day?