We’ve talked about the separate-but-equal thing in fashion, but have we talked about it in the wider world, in social situations? Because here we have an article on Plus-Size Nightclubs–night clubs that are, as perhaps indicated by the term “plus-size nightclub,” set up and run specifically for plus-size patrons.
“When you’re not what they consider ideal, you know, and you’re out there trying to get your dance on at those other places, you get the looks, the stares. But not here. Everything’s accepted here,” says Vanessa Gray of Long Beach, an attractive 30-something woman who acknowledges jovially that after giving birth to three children, “I’ve got a little more meat on my bones.”
There are several hands here: on the one of them, I love the idea of a safe place to go, at which you feel absolutely accepted, and in control of other people’s reactions, that you are with peers and being evaluated by a set of criteria that includes your very specific kind of beauty (because let’s face it, night clubs are pretty much all about being checked out. And dancing. But mostly being checked out.). And it’s lovely to have a place to go and not be afraid to be as totally you and gorgeous as possible, without fearing that you might be torn down.
Here’s the other hand, though–it seems a little bit like hiding, to me. Because, okay, the ideal is, as per The National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance, to advocate “that everyone be treated equally regardless of size,” because “we don’t live in a one-size-fits-all world.” It seems to me that so much fat prejudice is saying “we don’t want to have to look at you,” and a plus-size nightclub is essentially saying “well, okay, we’ll just go hide over here, then, where you don’t have to see us.”
Not to get on my soapbox (I can see your house from here!), but the way to change the perception of fat people, isn’t it to have more visibility–not only more covers in magazines, more photoshoots, more plus size models, but more average, every-day women being visible, beautiful, unashamed of their bodies, dressing up, not hiding out, and going out and being unabashedly, unashamedly, unapologetically themselves? To flirt and dance and do the things that maybe sometimes feel a little dangerous?
Or maybe someone has done that thing where they have suddenly and with astonishment noticed the incredibly economically powerful plus-size market and have jammed their straw right into the heart of it and are greedily sucking it down dry!
So I’m torn. Tell me what you think of plus-size nightclubs–safe haven, hidey-hole, brilliant cash-generating scheme, or something else altogether? And then, let’s put on sequinned tube tops and go dancing.
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