Yes, 3 posts in a day. What can I say, I am motivated. And for once, this post isn’t about me…not directly.
I want you all to look at a picture, and I want everyone to respond, whether or not you usually respond, and regardless of what you have to say. I just want to know what’s really going on in the heads of others.
Now the “title” of this picture is supposed to be How to Spot a Rich Guy. Obviously, with a title like that, it’s meant for laughs.
Do you think it’s funny?
I think that the judgement of many would be that it is funny, and that is the point. Maybe because it is unnatural for a guy who looks like that to hold hands with a girl who looks like she does. What woman with a body like that would be caught dead with a pig like him without being duly compensated?
It is overly obvious that we all live in a culture that places image first. Looks are what moves this world, what moves every one of us to some extent or another. So when do we as a society grow?
Now some of you may ask, “What does it matter?”, “Why do you care?”, “It’s just a joke, you know?” All valid questions.
I care because that could have been a picture of me.
Do I look like that? Not really, but I did once upon a time. That’s why it bothers me. It bothers me because I know that is what people thought then when I walked around with girls who were on the small size. Something that has always been an insult to me. When I started to work out, it wasn’t because I felt I needed to look better to get a date, it was because I was thinking about myself and my well being.
I’ve slacked off a bit, but not so much that I could be a body double for the guy in the picture. But so what? What if I was?
Is it that impossible to think that someone who was fat could get a girl with a nice body without having to have a whore/john relationship? Can’t be.
One of the things I have prided myself on was the notion that I never, ever had to buy anyone’s love, at least not overtly. Sure, I have given a gift or two in my life, but usually that was to cover up shit that I wasn’t sure I was going to get away with, or simply out of the goodness of my own heart. I’ve shared my life and bed with more than a couple of attractive women, and never once did I ever wonder why she was there. Hell, I got laid more when I was heavier…and I still don’t get how that works out.
The point is that shallow people will always suffer because they choose body type over true substance. Just because a guy or a girl is fat doesn’t mean that they have to be limited as to the choices of people to date, fuck, or even marry. It doesn’t have to be all about money.
Assumptions suck shit. You limit yourself when you keep your mind closed to any option.
Besides, what about the girl in the pic? You can only see her backside, what if she is a complete butterface? What if she has the gaze of Medusa? What about that, huh?
Here endeth the lesson, because I am spent.