I just got this book listed in my Reader queue: My Dog Jack is Fat. For ages 4-8. The entirety of the product description for this rousing tale for our youth? “Carson gets fatter as his dog gets thinner from diet and exercise”.
If you’re so lucky as to find a few pages using the “surprise me!” feature of the “Look inside this book” function; you’ll find that the boy keeps encouraging his dog to set aside his lust for fried chicken (seriously?) and constant snacking and canned fizzy drinks so that he can better chase after tennis balls (while the dog rather cleverly responds that the task might actually be easier instead if the boy learned to throw the ball straight…still; as we know this “hero” of a dog ends up with the Fairy Tale thinner body from simply working out and eating better; I don’t have much hope that the story is at all a positive reinforcement of the idea that body sizes and shapes are not determinants of ability or health). That’s right. Let’s make sure kids from as early an age as possible begin to realize that moving for fun is not the point if you’re not losing weight.
Yeah, so if anyone out there is under the delusion that we’re making fast headway against this ideal that if anyone “over” an aesthetically defined “weight” simply stopped shoving cakes into their lazy mouth and moved off their gelatinous butts for more than a refill on their sugar-laden sodas they would quite magically and wonderfully have a “normal” body shape/size, let this be a very quick reminder that we are SO not over this moralistic concept as a nation (world?) yet. Despite mounting evidence that it is nothing more than bullshit; flashy, quick-sensationalist headline-creating, easy bullshit sells and difficult concepts take much longer to take hold. The world still does not want you to find happiness in the self you have; unless that self is already (or has become) thin(ner).
So with that lovely reminder that Fat Hate is still alive and well in the “duh, just fucking move around more and stop eating so much you fat bastards/bitches; I’m sick of looking at you” and marketing happily to our children to indoctrinate them early into the marvels of hating themselves and others based upon the amount of certain cells in their body, I’m off to meet the ‘rents tomorrow and enjoy my Graduation weekend!