Since November 1st I’ve pretty much been devoting all my writing time to the novel I’m attempting to finish for NaNoWriMo, but something happened this week that has driven me from my novel-creating hidey hole and over to my blog. See, I have this friend Kate that writes a fashion blog, and she received an anonymous email a couple of days ago. The message said: arnt you too fat to write a fashion blog?
I’m of two minds about how I would have reacted to an email like that. The most likely response would’ve been to blast the asshole in my blog for writing such a mean (and poorly spelled) comment. There’s no reason whatsoever to say something like that to someone who is putting herself out there and daring to share herself with the masses. Alternatively, I may have locked myself in a room with a year’s supply of chocolate and cried. To her credit, Kate’s a better person than I am, and she fired back here and responded back candidly to the person who’d sent her the comment, which took far more (metaphorical, of course) balls than sending some stupid anonymous message ever could have. The response to her post has been overwhelmingly positive, and I’m really proud of her for addressing the anonymous comment.
As a girl who has been everything from a size three to a size thirteen in the last ten years, I have been called both too fat and too thin and can tell you that neither one feels good. Like it or not, there’s a huge focus on body type in our society and I really dislike that there are people out there who feel they ought to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, or whatever, and inform those that do not ask that they are too skinny, too fat, too tall, too short, too whatever.
Fuck you, Anonymous. I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman, a size one or a size one hundred. The thing about making yourself anonymous is that you think no one knows who you are. But we know, Anonymous, Kate and I and everyone else who read that nasty little comment you wrote. We know exactly who you are. You are a giant douche who needs to get a life. Oh, and a dictionary. You need a dictionary, Anonymous. Because it’s spelled AREN’T, not ARNT.