I'm tall, it's very inconvenient. Once I flew Biman from Seoul via Chittagong to Bangkok. I didn't fit in the seat as seat spacing was Bangladeshi size. Who do I write to? I want my money back. If that woman rolled up to the gate, it would've been the hold with the luggage...
Great article. I used to be 360 pounds and I have worked hard to bring my weight down to 200 pounds. Even as a "person of size", these arguments discuss me. I always purchased an extra seat after I realized that I was making other people uncomfortable having to have me squeezed into a seat next to them. I tried really hard to make myself as unobtrusive as possible so they would feel more comfortable. I NEVER felt the way these crazy people do. I live in a society with other people. It is ludicrous for me to believe that THEY should all conform to me and my bad choices. I allowed myself to think that being fat was normal for me, I had always been fat since was a little kid and even after losing weight a few times over the years, I always made my way back to the mid-300's. It was only after a medical issue and working to lose weight that I realized that my thinking was wrong, and that with hard work and diligence in my daily life I could live a healthier life. I will never harangue fat people for their decisions, but it always makes me sad to know that they can't experience the freedom from being overweight because they don't WANT to be free of the burden of all that fat. I hope that I can stick with my healthy ways this time and keep my weight to a more normal level because it feels so great. I just wish these crazy enablers would stop lying to people about their unhealthy ways.
Legacy media collude with corrupt politicians and greedy corporations to convince us boys can be girls and girls can be boys, obese people are entitled to as many resources as they demand, and it is compassionate to allow wretched, depraved addicts and mentally ill people live on sidewalks.
I am pleased you share my determination to call “Bullshit!” These people won’t stop unless they are defeated. No more playing along with this insanity to avoid ‘hurt feelings’.
I've topped out at a bit over 315 lbs. a few times, but I'm over 6'1" so I don't look bad carrying all that extra weight around. Some people can get away with it. I was well over 140 lbs. over weight so even though I wasn't paying for more than one seat on the plane, everyone else on the plane was effectively paying for my extra weight. I never had any trouble getting into a coach seat on any airplane. I eventually had to lose the weight because I just didn't feel good. I had no energy. Then the TSA came into existence so I don't fly anymore. So the reality is that it isn't the extra weight, but the extra volume. A Mr. Universe is going to spread their back well out into the aisle and the seat next to them, yet they're probably not over weight. Even so, their volume is effectively just as much of a problem as the morbidly obese wedged in pain into a seat.
One of my uncles used to weigh over 450 lbs. He didn't know how much he actually weighed so my other uncle told him to get another scale and put one foot on each scale. We were over at his house one day while he was cooking up a hamburger patty that completely filled the frying pan. My mother noted that it was the biggest hamburger patty she had ever seen. He said, "You should see the bun."
He was the laziest person I've ever encountered, and yet from observing him over a few years, I came to realize that laziness is the mother of efficiency. He could barely get his arms around his distended belly while swinging a golf club. He was forced to snap his wrists as if he was playing racquetball. He would take a shot, drive up to the divot, scoop it up with his club and set it into the floor of the cart. After taking his next shot, he would simply scoop the divot out of the cart into the hole, and repeat the process all the way around the course.
I note the deadly word - "should" as in - "air travel should be ..."
This presumption of entitlement has dulled her brain - I'm guessing, just as much as her oxygen deficit.
I'm tall, it's very inconvenient. Once I flew Biman from Seoul via Chittagong to Bangkok. I didn't fit in the seat as seat spacing was Bangladeshi size. Who do I write to? I want my money back. If that woman rolled up to the gate, it would've been the hold with the luggage...
airplane seats are for sure ridiculously small and i recognize that i often fail to note that when i'm writing stuff about the fats.
Don't forget the 'talls', you heightist... ;-)
Great article. I used to be 360 pounds and I have worked hard to bring my weight down to 200 pounds. Even as a "person of size", these arguments discuss me. I always purchased an extra seat after I realized that I was making other people uncomfortable having to have me squeezed into a seat next to them. I tried really hard to make myself as unobtrusive as possible so they would feel more comfortable. I NEVER felt the way these crazy people do. I live in a society with other people. It is ludicrous for me to believe that THEY should all conform to me and my bad choices. I allowed myself to think that being fat was normal for me, I had always been fat since was a little kid and even after losing weight a few times over the years, I always made my way back to the mid-300's. It was only after a medical issue and working to lose weight that I realized that my thinking was wrong, and that with hard work and diligence in my daily life I could live a healthier life. I will never harangue fat people for their decisions, but it always makes me sad to know that they can't experience the freedom from being overweight because they don't WANT to be free of the burden of all that fat. I hope that I can stick with my healthy ways this time and keep my weight to a more normal level because it feels so great. I just wish these crazy enablers would stop lying to people about their unhealthy ways.
congrats for taking control of your life and making the changes.
i have deep admiration for fat people who make such lasting changes.
Legacy media collude with corrupt politicians and greedy corporations to convince us boys can be girls and girls can be boys, obese people are entitled to as many resources as they demand, and it is compassionate to allow wretched, depraved addicts and mentally ill people live on sidewalks.
I am pleased you share my determination to call “Bullshit!” These people won’t stop unless they are defeated. No more playing along with this insanity to avoid ‘hurt feelings’.
I've topped out at a bit over 315 lbs. a few times, but I'm over 6'1" so I don't look bad carrying all that extra weight around. Some people can get away with it. I was well over 140 lbs. over weight so even though I wasn't paying for more than one seat on the plane, everyone else on the plane was effectively paying for my extra weight. I never had any trouble getting into a coach seat on any airplane. I eventually had to lose the weight because I just didn't feel good. I had no energy. Then the TSA came into existence so I don't fly anymore. So the reality is that it isn't the extra weight, but the extra volume. A Mr. Universe is going to spread their back well out into the aisle and the seat next to them, yet they're probably not over weight. Even so, their volume is effectively just as much of a problem as the morbidly obese wedged in pain into a seat.
One of my uncles used to weigh over 450 lbs. He didn't know how much he actually weighed so my other uncle told him to get another scale and put one foot on each scale. We were over at his house one day while he was cooking up a hamburger patty that completely filled the frying pan. My mother noted that it was the biggest hamburger patty she had ever seen. He said, "You should see the bun."
He was the laziest person I've ever encountered, and yet from observing him over a few years, I came to realize that laziness is the mother of efficiency. He could barely get his arms around his distended belly while swinging a golf club. He was forced to snap his wrists as if he was playing racquetball. He would take a shot, drive up to the divot, scoop it up with his club and set it into the floor of the cart. After taking his next shot, he would simply scoop the divot out of the cart into the hole, and repeat the process all the way around the course.
necessity is the mother of invention!