Sure, it’s hypocritical and fat-phobic of ABC to air the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show starring Heidi Klum’s glorious ta-tas while also demanding “excessive re-edits” on this plus-size lingerie commercial from Lane Bryant. But what do we think of LandlineTV’s spoof on Victoria’s Secret: a faux-sexy commercial starring skeletons in a blond wig and lingerie (a spoof which a gleeful Lane Bryant posted on their Inside Curve blog!)? Is it a biting social commentary on body image standards or a tasteless joke, considering the culture of body-hating and eating disorders not only among models but all women? I personally am in the “biting social commentary” camp, but at least one blogger with an eating disorder, who I follow on Twitter, was vehement that lady-skeletons are not “appropriate.” Tell us what you think in the comments. Keep reading »
Radio station KROQ has just a brilliantly creative content creation department: A poll on their website, by someone named “Psycho Mike,” is just aching to generate outraged page views by asking, “Christina Hendricks — Full Figured Or Fatness?”
“I feel like she could lose a couple of pounds … Everyone on the staff (including men, not just bitter women) disagrees with me. What do you think?”
Hmm, what do I think? Keep reading »
I know what you’re thinking: AGAIN?!?!
Oh, yes! Kirstie Alley
, the woman behind “Fat Actress” and oh so many weight loss
commercials, has let reality TV cameras into her home to do a show about losing weight. (And, apparently, her pet lemurs.) Keep reading »
Dang it, we knew there had to be a trade-off for getting sex on demand when you live with a partner: A recent Australian study of 6,000 women has shown that, after 10 years, the average gal gains 15 lbs. if she lives with a partner and 20 lbs. if she lives with someone and has a baby. According to The New York Times, “There is no reason to believe that having a partner causes metabolic changes, so the weight gain among childless women with partners was almost surely caused by altered behavior.” You know, like those post-coital pints of Cherry Garcia.
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Hey, Frisky book lovers, have you heard about “bigger chick lit”? Pissiness over a poochy tummy is a sub-plot in plenty of books, most notably Bridget Jones’s Diary, but the Guardian says “bigger chick lit” novels feature a “young woman who is seriously overweight—and doesn’t care.” And apparently, they’re all the rage. Keep reading »
“I gained about 8 pounds (which I am totally fine with, BTW), but one thing that is annoying me is the fact that my skinniestjeans simply won’t button anymore. I can get them on and since they have a bit of stretch they look fine on my legs, but no amount of twisting and turning and laying on my back will allow me to button them. Is there anything I can do to get them to fit again. You know, besides losing weight?”–Rebecca
Actually Rebecca, we suspect you’re not all alone out there. A couple of suggestions, after the jump … Keep reading »
I don’t know about you folks, but for me, a weekend with the rents is always fraught with tension. Is Mom going to pester me about brushing my hair? Is Dad going to ask me how much money I’m saving? Will they bristle if my boyfriend and I sleep in the same bed?
But I didn’t see Sunday morning’s battle royale coming at all.
Mom and I were hanging out in her bedroom; she was smoking a cigarette and I was scratching my cat behind the ears. Then Mom furrowed her brow, scrunched up her face and examined my pajamas-clad body. “You know, Jess,” she remarked, “you’ve put on some weight.”
My eyes bulged. Fire was breathed. Thunder boomed. Lightening crackled. The cat cowered in fear under the bed. Keep reading »
One summer during college when I worked at coffee shop, a man with special needs—I think he had Down’s Syndrome—used to come up by the cash register and chat with me all the time. We were shooting the breeze one day and I was standing with my pelvis leaning against the counter, sort of slumped forward. He looked down at my stomach and asked me, “Jessica, are you pregnant?” My eyes widened and I stood ramrod straight, sucking in my belly. “Nooo! I’m not pregnant!” I shrieked. His face flushed with embarrassment and he apologized profusely. And I, of course, felt like an ass for making him feel bad.
Flash forward to Sunday afternoon on a shopping trip to Sephora, when the cashier ringing up my Bliss Spa Best Of Skintentions moisturizer looked down at my stomach and exclaimed, “Awww, are you pregnant?”
Cringe. Keep reading »