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How to Rate One’s Appearance

1 August 2011 9 comments

Sorry all, I got a little tied up the other night (quite literally I might add).  I believe Fat Slayer laid out enough details in his last post…

Unfortunately my time is still crunched this week, so all I have for you is a reference poster below and it is very useful indeed.  Ever had a girl ask you to rate her appearance, and after giving her a number, she asks you exactly what that number means?  In the future, just link her to this post.  Simply click the picture to view it in full size.

“My Pictures Were Photoshopped!! :(“: The New Fat Denial Tactic?

I don’t ordinarily post on Sundays but today I’ll make an exception.  Apparently Jill Filipovic had responded to the post I made yesterday and here’s what she said:

Photoshopped?  Lolwut?  You mean to say the pictures I pulled straight from your Flickr account were photoshopped?

This is something fatties in denial will do.  You show them unflattering pictures of themselves and point out their disgusting features, and they’ll all tell you it’s photoshopped.  It’s pathetic.  They’re too afraid to admit it and face the reality.  None of it was photoshopped, and if you think it was, you’re a filthy fat apologist.  You enable these fatties to go on about their business thinking “oh, I’m not fat because those pictures were photoshopped” when they’re not.

Still don’t believe me?  This time I’ll just link to Flickr pictures.  How about this one.  You can see that she has a potbelly she’s hiding under those clothes and thighs that are thicker than an elephant’s.  Don’t forget the big booty!  She’s always showing off that food, her and any fatty’s most favorite thing in the whole world.  Not to mention, it’s a great view of that ugly echidna-like face and nose of her’s, eww.

Now am I being a little unfair?  I dunno, but she can sure chug it like a man, which is cool and what most any guy would desire in a female, but is perhaps where she got that potbelly of her’s (this is why you don’t date women who are heavy drinkers, men).  She does have nice hair, which she uses to hide that fat ugly face of her’s (and speaking of photoshop, you only get that gleam in your eye from that program… hmm, you have much explaining to do Jill…).

See, I don’t need to photoshop any of Jill’s pictures to make my point, as I demonstrated here, and I have not done anything to those pictures.  I took them straight from her Flickr account, as I have with the ones she claims I photoshopped – and this is assuming she hasn’t photoshopped her own pictures of herself!  But I’m not trying to make it about that because her pictures are ugly enough even if she had photoshopped them to make herself look slightly more pleasing to her internet fandom.  Jill, before you point fingers at everyone else to blame like I know you feminists love to do, maybe for once take responsibility for yourself.  I didn’t make your body look fat in photoshop.  You did, by overeating all the wrong foods, and it’s disgusting.  You go around showing yourself off but ugh, no one wants to look at your fat ass Jill.  So quit claiming we’re out to make you look fat because you look fat enough by yourself!  I think the whole world would be much happier were you to lock yourself in your apartment and never show your fat self.  You’d be doing us all a big favor.  Until then…

Om nom nom nom, keep stuffing your ugly face, fatty.

Jill Filipovic

You may have heard of her.  She runs the blog Feministe.  She’s a self-proclaimed feminist, and if that isn’t enough to indicate just how much of a dumb fucking cunt she is, her fat apologism ought to.  I quote:

“Fat-hate hurts everyone, but it particularly hurts fat women. And it’s hurting fat women in very real ways — they’re poorer, less educated and less successful in the job market because of the culture of shame and judgment we’ve created around weight.”

I nearly shat myself in amusement reading that.  Fat-hate hurts everyone?  Maybe in the delusional minds of fat apologists, but it benefits the rest of society.  Particularly women?  Please, spare me this femtard bullshit; fat men and fat women are equally repulsive and worthless.  Fat women are poorer, less educated, and less successful because of the shame of being fat?  Thank god.  This is exactly how it should be.

Every so often I peruse the fat apology blogs just for the lulz and Jill Filipovic is one of my favorites.  Why?  Because she’s a fat apologist who is fat, but pretends like she’s not but is too afraid to admit this because of her fear of offending the fatties.  It’s so pathetic that I just can’t help it.  If you read enough of her blog, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.  Observe:

“And yet I’m the absolute worst when it comes to fat talk. Like many women I have a whole slew of body issues; my weight is always on my mind, and I feel like I’m in a constant battle with my body. I’ve started to make my peace with how I look, and I’ve started to accept the fact that I love physical activity and exercise, I love to eat (and I like to eat food that feels nourishing, clean and healthy), but my body is just a certain build and shape and I’m never going to be 5’10″ and 110 pounds. I can turn things I love — physical activity and food — into things I resent in order to be thinner, but it’s not worth it. I’ve done it, and it makes me unhappy. Deciding “I would rather be happy” sounds simple, but it’s psychologically challenging when for so long I associated happiness with thinness — as in, “I’ll be happy when I’m 20 pounds thinner.” I’m learning how to allow myself to be happy and not thin. It’s a process, though, and as I go through it I still find myself complaining to my friends about the way I look. I also have a group of friends who are mostly very thin — significantly thinner than I am. It can be very difficult to always feel like the “fattest” in the group. And when I spend time with women who are larger than I am, I also find myself feeling envious — of their curves or of the way clothes fit them or of their confidence or of whatever else they have that I don’t. I feel like I never measure up.”

I mean WTF is this shit?  Rofl, she’s talking about happiness when she talks about fatness and being thin.  Happiness?  What, so you only want to be thin so you can indulge yourself, like the fatty who indulges herself with a milkshake?  Yeah, this is the kind of shit I’m talking about.

Look at the picture of Jill at the top right of this post.  Do you not see that giant gut of her’s?  Her thighs are big chunks, not small cylinders like a healthy woman’s should be.  Her entire upper body is thick, and by “thick” I mean repulsively large, not some “hot, curvy” type of meaning black women so love to use.  We all know that “thick” and “curvy” are code words for morbidly obese.

Kids, be warned; you are witnessing bigfoot in the flesh.

The image of Jill on the left serves to reemphasize these disgusting features.  You can see that it’s not just her thighs which are sized like an elephant’s, but her arms as well.  She’s short and very pudgy – she’s about 5’2” and judging by her appearance weighs probably around 150 – 160 lbs.  That’s a BMI of 29.3, which is very disgusting, it’s basically obese.  Pair that with a fat nose and butt ugly face like an echidna’s, and totally red in a most ugly fashion, and she could give some of the fattest and ugliest a run for their money in the vomit inducing contest.

Back in the day, Jill used to be all the rage on AudoAdmit, a message board for law students that preserves the anonymity of its users.  She apparently gained some notoriety because she modeled for her friend in a bikini (eww), which she shamelessly allowed to circulate the board.  I suppose in her younger days she looked passable, but Jill’s almost 30 now and her old age has taken a toll on her appearance.

This is all why I love Jill so much.  It’s fucking rich.  She talks about how she deliberately seeks out some of the fattest and largest of her friends and puts herself next to them in public so she looks skinnier, and then goes back to her blog to apologize for it.  It’s absolutely pathetic, why would you deny your innate human desire to be healthy, and furthermore, why on earth would you apologize for it?  Jill, if you’re reading this, you should embrace it and not be ashamed to burn your excess fat so you can have a fit and attractive body like your sister.  Fat apologism is so poisonous for this reason; it holds us back from being healthy.  You should cut out all the vegan bullshit in your diet, abide by a diet as close to the natural one our bodies evolved on as much as possible by eating lots of juicy meat and fish, work out and build some muscle in it all, disassociate yourself from every elephant-woman you think is your friend, and then report back to your blog raving about how proud you are that you burned that disgusting fat and regained some semblance of your younger and better appearance.

But I know you won’t do that.  It perplexes me why a woman wouldn’t wish to maximize her self-worth as much as possible by caring about her body and appearance.  I don’t understand why she’d prefer to just let it all go, as if she’s too apathetic to care.  This is why fat people are so offensive; their lack of concern about themselves and others is just plain disgusting.  You’ll probably go on and on, Jill, ranting and bemoaning about the sexism and discrimination fat women rightfully face, but never doing a thing to lift a finger and improve your own individual self.  And this is why you’re so amusing to me; you are a microcosm of every fat person alive, looking to blame everybody but themselves for their own obesity.

Keep shamelessly stuffing your face, fatty.

A Story

So the other day my friends and I decided to eat some pizza.  Yeah, I know, the stuff is awful for you, but unlike disgustingly fat pieces of shit we actually make a point to not overindulge ourselves.  Anyway.

So there we were waiting for our food, conversing with one another about politics and whatnot.  Then all the sudden, this mammoth of a woman comes walking in and lands a seat in the booth behind ours.  And this bitch was huge; I’m talking a layer of fat rolls bulging out of another bulging out of yet another layer of fat rolls. She was hardly able to even fit in the booth, she had to literally position her fat on top of the table just to fit.  Just the sight of her made us want to vomit.  Her every step was like a fucking earthquake, I swear the bricks that old building was made out of were going to tumble over from the ground shaking from that disgusting pig’s movement.  To make matters worse, her presence changed the entire aura of the restaurant itself – her smell changed the general smell of the restaurant, the attitude of the place became very rigid and uptight, and everybody’s voices hushed perhaps because they’re all too chicken shit to tell this disgusting freak just how repulsive she is.

If that’s not proof enough of how fat people fuck us all over, then get a load of this.  We listened to her take her order.  She ordered not just one, but TWO large pizzas.  All deep dish of course, the most greasy and fatty version of pizza you can eat.  One Hawaiian, because you know she’s probably trying to picture herself as some Hawaiian hula girl (rofl) in the only way she knows how – through gouging herself with food.  The other an all meat.  And to top it off, she also ordered not just one, not two, but three, three, orders of cinnamon sticks, complete with a request for extra cinnamon on it because om nom nom, you know how them fatties love their cinnamon.  Lastly, to swallow it all down, she ordered the largest diet coke on the menu because she’s diabetic – yeah, that’s going to help control her blood sugars.  As if the rest of what she got won’t put her disgusting self into diabetic shock.

Bear in mind, this disgusting freak was alone and this was a dine-in order, so it was all for herself.  Can you believe that?  All that food just for one meal, one single meal in her entire day of sickeningly gorging herself with food.  It’s no wonder my pizza cost so freaking much, with fatties eating like that all the time.  And eating like that when you got starving children all around the world?  That kind of shit is why gluttony is considered one of the seven deadly sins.  On top of that, you know her health has crumbled to utter shit and we’re all footing the bill with her hospital visits, taking up valuable medical resources.  Fat fucks like her are the reason why healthcare in America costs so damn much.

I can’t emphasize enough how the fat hurt us all.  If this illustration from my day doesn’t convince you, then you’re a hopeless fat sympathizer and I hope you slit your throat for it.  Fat sympathizers piss me off almost as much as fat pieces of shit themselves.  You assholes are why this country is in the state that it is in.  You know why industry is being outsourced?  Because the fat fucks you sympathize with think they’re entitled to be lazy.  You’re why food prices are rising, why healthcare costs are out of control, and why a scamming pharmaceutical industry based on selling diet pills that do nothing exist.  If you won’t kill yourself, I swear to god I’ll do it for you because the sooner your lives are gone, the sooner we may be able to shame these disgusting freaks and end this dilemma once and for all.

Fat Slayer is awesome and you’re a fatass

1 June 2011 28 comments

I welcome you all to my website. My name is Fat Slayer and BitterHappiness, an old friend of mine, and I came up with the idea to create this blog. Because we both have the vision to create a better earth for the human species, we found it necessary to take the first step and create awareness for the most detestable and odious habit plaguing society today: fatness.

I was raised in an upper middle class family and never really paid much attention to my weight or my health. I was never very fat, but by the time I went to university I had a little extra fat on my belly. I was on the path to gaining a lot of disgusting fat tissue and I decided to end this. Using a heaping load of common sense and a pinch of effort, I shed fat quickly and efficiently. I am now 100x better looking and it was one of the easiest things in my life that I’ve ever done. In fact, I can equate it to taking a shit every day. Sure, every once in a while I wanted a slice of pizza or a can of Coke, but I just ignored my cravings and moved on.

Right now I’m so fucking ripped that girls at work walk up to me and ask me if I’m gay because I don’t have a girlfriend. That’s how hot I am. No, my face isn’t special at all and I’m not tall or tan, but I take care of myself and respect my body and girls find that attractive. Guys walk up to me in public and ask me what I eat or what exercises I do. I tell them “It’s a diet and lifestyle choice I chose a few years ago. I call it the common sense diet.” And then I flex my bicep in their face and walk away. They’re usually left dumbstruck. If they’re fat I just say “I don’t stuff my face with shit like you do, fatty, learn some self restraint.”

Anyway, this is how it’s going to work. I don’t know what BitterHappiness is going to do exactly, but I think he’ll give a weekly post on whatever he wants (Since he’s a beautiful man, he can do whatever he wants). I’m going to post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. One day will be a reason to hate fat people, another will be some helpful tip on life such as how to improve your diet or exercise routine, and the third will be whatever I want. If I even have time to post 3 times with all of the pussy I effortlessly get.

Either way I hope you people learn something from this blog and either keep yourself fit or start to obliterate your fat. That’s really the first step to improve your life, and everyone else’s around you for that matter. There really is NO BENEFIT to being fat in modern society. Get up off your ass and move, throw the Pepsi in the garbage and drink some water. It really is that simple, and it really is worth it in the long run. Nutritious is delicious. Fat is ugly. You are worthless.