So, there has been a brouhaha lately because Jessica Simpson wore some crazy pants and OMG is so fat (wow, I had not seen the New York Post cartoon at that link; gross). But mostly this has all stopped being about calling her fat and has turned into a backlash over calling her fat.
Alyssa Caplan at AC360 has had it with bashing the “Hollwood fat”:
I tuned out when “unflattering” photos of Tyra Banks and Jennifer Love Hewitt surfaced on vacation, or when Britney Spears weight gain inspired teams of professionals dissecting photos, but never has this beloved pasttime of over-zealous armchair weight watching felt more out of place. Perhaps it’s a side effect of the recent culmination of a year of 24-7 “change” rhetoric being piped in to my ear, or the soberness I feel on the heels of record job loss numbers, but for some reason, today was the day when I could no longer stomach the particularly mean-spirited headlines and zings thrown around with reckless abandon accompanying someone’s appearance. The line of absurdity was definitely crossed for me on this one, and not just because I feel a little robbed of what could have been a celebrated moment since I do tend to believe (as friends of the singer allege) she wasn’t very happy keeping her weight at a rib-popping low.
And Ashlee Simpson-Wentz similarly defended her sister, taking a stand on her blog:
I am completely disgusted by the headlines concerning my sister’s weight. A week after the inauguration and with such a feeling of hope in the air for our country, I find it completely embarrassing and belittling to all women to read about a woman’s weight or figure as a headline on Fox News.
All women come in different shapes, sizes, and forms and just because you’re a celebrity, there shouldn’t be a different standard… How can we expect teenage girls to love and respect themselves in an environment where we criticize a size 2 figure?
In the comments, Lady Diane pointed out this article, which has a slightly different take:
I’m not telling you never to gain 10 or 15 pounds. I’m not saying that only skinny women deserve love. No no no. That misses the point. I’m saying don’t be like Jessica Simpson. You know, don’t be a no-talent shell of a celebrity with absolutely nothing going for you aside from your kicking body. Because guess what? Once that body goes, and it will go (as surely as Jessica goes for the last remaining Twinkie in her Costco-sized package of Hostess treats), you’ll be nothing.
I’m tempted to dismiss this whole “humor” article because of things like “ha ha, she gained weight because sh wolfed down Twinkies!” and similar asinine comments sprinkled throughout. But I do think the point—that she’s traded on her “hot body” for years and has no other talent, and that girls should aspire to do more with their lives—might not be completely worthless.
Wait, no, I take it back. After thinking about it for 45 seconds, I’ve decided that even vapid Jessica Simpson doesn’t deserve to be mocked (and accused of binging on McDonald’s and Twinkies, my god, will that well ever go dry?) for gaining a few pounds.
Oh my god, am I… do I… agree with Ashlee Simpson? Well, “Pieces of Me” is a really awesome song. Team Ashlee it is!
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