And my question is -- and this isn't spur of the moment either - where on earth do the producers find so many morbidly obese women for the show?
Is there a sort of game preservation facility deep in the wilds of the Midwest? Where the stock is kept on a steady diet of cream puffs a la mode? Exercise consists of elbow bending?
I have seen (and so have the rest of the viewers) women so big they were wider than the podium they occupied - whose fat encroached on their next door contestant. The other night I wondered if they were transported to their spot by forklift?
I am not being unnecessarily cruel or catty here. I assure you the obese know they are. They may try to be cute about it - t-shirt: I'm not fat; I'm fluffy!" or as Alexander McQueen Smith tells us about the women of Botswana have "a classical build."
To both, I retort: Yeah, right!
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
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