The ever-intrepid Daniel Kalder has some great new stuff over at Ria Novosti. Once again he’s reporting from Juarez, a.k.a. Hell On Earth. Excerpt:
Before me lay the sprawl of Juarez, a mess of adobe huts, drugs and death (more than 2,800 murders this year and counting). Behind me lay El Paso, with its gentrified restaurant district, buses that run on natural gas and fat ladies participating in the 2010 United States Bowling Congress women’s championships. Juarez is the most dangerous city on the planet; El Paso the second safest in the U.S. The two cities are contiguous, but they exist in separate worlds.
Beneath us lay a network of drainage tunnels, leading to a disused factory on the El Paso side, now a homeless shelter. Just beyond the shelter lay train tracks. Men with a will can cross realities via the tunnels, merge into the homeless, hop on a train and – hey presto! – disappear. It’s that easy.
Over at Child-Murdering Robot, Ricky Sprague takes vacuous blogger Marie Claire to task for her recent and unkind remarks about fat people. Excerpt:
Ms. Kelly is just a nasty little twit who hates fat people. She admits as much in her blog post. Next amazing paragraph:
…To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.
Emphasis added because that is what this is really all about for Ms. Kelly. She finds them “aesthetically displeasing.” You remember all that nonsense in her previous paragraph, in which she implied she was genuinely concerned about the health of overweight people. Not true. Not a bit of it. Maura Kelly, a blogger at Marie Claire, thinks that fat people look ugly, and she doesn’t want to have to look at them, not under any circumstances, not at all — not even to watch them walk across a room.
Oh, but she’s not all bad. She says so herself. Next paragraph:
Now, don’t go getting the wrong impression: I have a few friends who could be called plump. I’m not some size-ist jerk. And I also know how tough it can be for truly heavy people to psych themselves up for the long process of slimming down. (For instance, the overweight maintenance guy at my gym has talked to me a little bit about how it seems worthless for him to even try working out, because he’s been heavy for as long as he can remember.)
Are you kidding me? How completely lacking in self-awareness do you have to be to write that it makes you sick to look at fatties, even if they’re only just walking across a room, compare that walking across the room to the stumblings of a (average-weight, presumably) drunk, and then insist that you’re not a “size-ist jerk”?
And for crying out loud, can you imagine being one of Ms. Kelly’s “plump” “friends”? What a burden that must be! (Actually, why would anyone be friends with such a nasty, hate-filled human being anyway?)
Also, I’m sending a belated “Happy Birthday” to the lovely and talented Nancy Rommelmann!