Thanks to Cate, we have been alerted to a performance by Wyclef Jean, captured on video. I can’t exactly make out what he’s saying at the beginning. He wants 30 of the something-est girls to come up on stage and shake their things. But then I guess he decides he only wants skinny girls. I hear him loud and clear when he says: “Please, if you weigh 200 pounds, don’t come up here.”
I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to be a Wyclef Jean fan, in the audience, thrilled to be able to get up on stage and “shake your thing” with one of your favorite singers, and then being publicly called out by him for being too fat to get on stage. And having to climb back down… oh god. how awful. But then again, of course I can imagine perfectly well; stuff like this has happened to all of us on a small scale, right? If you read the comments of that post, you’ll read lots of delightful comments about the stage collapsing and all of the usual garbage. We’ve heard it all before.
I always wish I knew how to react to stuff like that, especially when I felt so bad about myself that being called “fat” felt like an insult. Really, though, I hope those women never spend another penny on Wyclef Jean–his CDs, his songs on iTunes, his concerts—he can suck it. I would hope even women who met the Wyclef Weight Limit would be appalled. At least there are some positive comments on that TMZ post, too. My favorite one is: “Where’s Sir Mix-A-Lot when you need him?” Amen, sister.
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