Friday, 27 May 2016

Body image; "health at all sizes"

This is going to be a long rant.

It may surprise you to learn that I follow Clementine Ford on Facebook. She's a feminist writer- and the way she writes.... Well, she writes about men the same way Richard Dawkins writes about religion. I've spoken my piece about "feminism" before, and I do remember writing regarding how much I hate the word itself. If you ever read any of the posts written by Ford, you'll see where I got all my negativity for the word from. Well, it wasn't all from her, but in my mind "feminist" represented a woman who wallowed in the grief of societal injustices and believed that lashing out at opposition was the best way to go. I thought they were irrationally angry at a lot of things, and too quick to assign blame, without realizing that people were likely to take offense, whether or not they were at fault. And some will like to say, "oh we can't say anything straight in this society any more, everyone and their delicate feelings-" well you see, unless you're psychopathic, and actually, even IF you were psychopathic, you still have feelings and people saying certain things will be offensive.

Anyway, today she posted something about body-image. How it was good to be positive about your body. She shared her story about how she struggled with anorexia- and you know, I'm all for mental-health awareness, so I'm grateful that people are willing to come out and share their struggles with mental health issues. Except all that was to promote the theme of "you can love your body even if you're fat" and to condemn those who tell people to lose weight, because apparently as a society we're trying to shove everyone into a narrow frame.

I'm not trying to be a dick, even though I'll inevitably come across as one, but being underweight and overweight are both bad. Society accepts those who are underweight slightly more, but not if they're severely underweight. We tend to shake our heads and go "damn those evil media people ruining the self-esteems of our women". Then if I see someone overweight- I do on a daily basis (because I live in Australia), my mind jumps to all sorts of negative things. Like how they're more likely to get heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, joint problems... So many things, costing our economy so much money, and there is not much you can do to convince me that someone has a better quality of life being overweight as opposed to not.

I believe people are mistaken when they say you can be healthy are every size. No, no you fucking can't. This promotion of mental health should NOT be used as an excuse to normalize the epidemic of obesity that is rife in this country. I'd rather obese people be happy rather than depressed, but at the same time I'd rather if nobody was obese. I don't believe obesity is an inevitability- there will be some with rare endocrine or neurological disorders, but they are rare and obesity is not. By law of physics you cannot gain more weight than what you put into your mouth, and I am more inclined to believe that people just make terribly food choices. Yeah, 1 sausage roll is not a lot of food, and personally I could eat 5-6 before I felt sated. The point is, I wouldn't eat 5-6 sausage rolls if I had the choice, an most of us DO have the choice in this country. It's not like sausage rolls are the cheapest foods around, either.

No she clearly doesn't run fucking marathons. Are you fucking retarded. Smoking is not beautiful either. WTF is this picture trying to tell me.

There's a fallacy in the argument that we're making a trade-off, that by promoting weight loss we're shaming people and driving them into depression, that they'll weigh less but be less happy. Look, if you're going to be depressed, you can be depressed regardless of your weight. If you want to be body-positive and love your body, love it at a size and shape that doesn't make your blood pressure shoot through the roof, that doesn't make climbing a flight a stairs take the effort of a 15km run. I don't believe anyone enjoys the feeling of taking up 2 seats on public transport, feeling like they're in a way when sharing a lift, and knowing that they'll be the first to go if a zombie apocalypse arrives.

Sure, as a society we over-enforce what the "ideal" man and woman should look like. I mean, ideals are different depending on culture, but in Western cultures it generally involves a thin but curvy woman and a tall, muscular man. Then everyone goes crazy trying to attain that image, while telling each other that "yes this is what we should aspire to" and then their behaviors enforce the issue. I mean, I get that it's all kind of silly, and not everyone was built to look exactly the same. It's fine to accept your differences, I'm just saying it's not fine to accept obesity. People like to dance around the topic, "bigger", "plus sized", "curvier"... yeah that's fine, but being obese is none of those things. If we normalize obesity we're inviting a health crisis with open arms, and that's something I can't tolerate. We've come a long way in terms of acceptance of differences, but there is no fucking way that 60% of people are inherently overweight or obese. There's the odd genetic disease, endocrine disorder, brain tumor--- and that does not account for over 60% of our fucking population. There's something wrong, and we're trying to do something about it, and "health at all sizes" is not how you fucking go about it.

In relation to how attitudes like mine are causing people to be depressed and driving people towards anorexia nervosa- well, treating their depression and helping them regain motivation to lose weight would be the more sensible thing to do, isn't it? It baffles me how anyone can think it's justifiable to just "let them be happy", assume that they could be happy if everyone stopped shaming being overweight--- if only we lived in a different world. That's one huge-ass social experiment we can't carry out, it would probably be unethical to carry out, because really being overweight or obese means you're more likely to suffer other conditions.

And anorexia nervosa? For fuck's sake that's a disorder that definitely cannot be explained by "media influence" alone. I mean, there is a rigid standard in what is "perfect", but the patient themselves often starve beyond the weight of a "perfect body". There's something morbid about how they deal with food and exercise, and pride themselves in "control". Fucking hell anorexia nervosa is about LACK OF FUCKING CONTROL. They can't make themselves eat without all these negative feelings, they HAVE to keep dieting and exercising. They can't feel satisfied enough with how their body looks, and they keep going and going and going. That's something complex and difficult to understand, and it's absurd to say "telling overweight people to lose weight drives anorexia". The evidence is, try as we fucking might, there's faaaar more overweight and obese people than there are people suffering anorexia nervosa, right? I mean, I feel like we're making two separate cases here, and it does not make sense in ANY case for us to withhold our efforts in combating obesity.

People are willing to do anything to feel good. I get that. "Health at every size" won't make people feel good, not in the short term, and definitely not in the long term when they're on the hospital bed, inoperable because they're obese and diabetic, trying to recover from a heart attack. So can people please wake the fuck up and direct their energy to a campaign that makes more fucking sense.


Sunday, 15 May 2016

Ehhhh

After my first-ever night-shift, I'm pretty certain it's something I wouldn't volunteer for unless everyone else absolutely bailed. Not that anything dreadful happened to me- everyone I was working with was all too-kind. In fact, I don't even think I did much to help- but being there, physically, was quite exhausting. I actually couldn't catch much of a break in between, and the fatigue just grew and grew. I barely remember what happened Friday- I had the whole day off but it was just... yeah. I woke up to a warm afternoon, but I felt exhausted again by about 10pm.

I'd like to argue that I required the whole weekend to recoup, but what really happened was that I got carried away and spent way too much time playing games, watching the LoL mid-season invitational tournament and uh, watching porn. If that didn't sound like a waste of my life, then I don't know what is. I think it's just one of those times where I needed to experience being a complete slob- but now I feel filthy and am completely disgusted with myself.

I did become slightly more productive today- did laundry, went shopping. Then came home and wasted the day away- again. I've lined up a few activities for myself over the week though- so hopefully that'll give me some motivation and I'll do something about my sorry state. I'm almost at the end of my rotation (holy shit it's gone fast) and since I can see the end, I gotta keep my eyes on the prize (finishing exams), and realize, if I pass, I won't have to do this shit again. Well I probably will, but I don't have to make a career out of it, and this little taster is all I need to know that "this is not where I want to be 10 years down the track".

Oh- I watched two movies recently- "The Witch" and "Zootopia". I might blog a review or two later, if I ever remember. I'm also listening to Lauren Aquilina's music on repeat- she has a very beautiful voice. I usually don't like female-voiced singers, but whew she's something special, and her music's beautiful. Give it a listen, yeah?


Thursday, 12 May 2016

Wtf is shift work

I had these fantasies earlier on in my life, where as soon as I graduated I'd work tirelessly- overtime, late night shifts- all mine. Then I'd roll in the dosh that is essentially materialization of my happiness. Having had a taste of what that means recently, means I am dreading the future and realize that potentially- the "worst year of my life" is yet to come, and I definitely have not left it behind in 2011.

I have trouble pulling an all-nighter to play games, so having to pull all-nighters to work just sounds like a disaster. Well, I guess I'll be trying tonight- hopefully I can actually do it. If I fall asleep it'd be embarrassing since everyone else will be there to witness my weakness. Though when I had to wake at 0600 tomorrow I ended up yawning by 0900, so I guess I've already exposed myself. What actually happened though, was I woke at 0620 instead- so I ran out for the bus, didn't eat breakfast, and didn't get a chance for solid food until 1400. Since I had dinner at 1900 the day before... I lasted a considerable length of time without food. I'm not that proud of the achievement though. It was kind of miserable.

I also had about 5 cups of tea throughout the day, to get me from 0700 to 2200... though I kind of bailed at 2130 because otherwise I would miss the last bus home. I thought I'd be okay once I got home- I even had the energy to make dinner. I think it was just the residual sugar-high from before, because as soon as I got into bed (even though I had just eaten dinner) I collapsed entirely and fell asleep. I usually find it extremely difficult to fall asleep after I had eaten (and especially after a shower) but there you go.

I'm determined that in the future I will not settle for a job that isn't your typical 9-5. Hell even when I worked over Christmas (at my very casual retail job) I complained that I felt exhausted after work, and there seemed to be nothing to look forward to. Then again, it's not like I had much passion for retail...

Looking forward to the day when I'll say, "I slept for 5h, I hadn't eaten for I don't know how long, but every minute has been worth it, and I wouldn't change my job for the world".

Thursday, 5 May 2016

Can't Win

Got my hair shortened today because it kept falling into my eyes (and mostly because people keep telling me it's growing long and makes me look like a girl). Didn't go to the hair salon I liked in Syd because it's far and I couldn't be bothered travelling down over the weekend. Anyway I finish getting my haircut, and as I'm leaving I bump into someone from school and he's all "woah man what's with the Lesbian haircut".


I can't fucking win.

Sunday, 1 May 2016

I need a longer weekend

I have no idea where time went, and I barely remember what had happened these past few days. I think a lot of it was just me catching up on sleep- I feel physically fine now, but I still lament the hours of daylight I lost due to a terrible schedule I had set up for myself.

I'm playing the same song on repeat while I study various aspect of obstetrics and gynaecology. It's basically everything that can go wrong with female anatomy and reproduction. All this subject has done is left me terrified of babies and vaginas. But I gotta say I've been desensitized to a certain degree.

I suspect every teenage boy has snickered at the prospect of being a gynaecologist- I mean, I'm gay and I did the same thing. Immaturity does add an aspect of hilarity to the concept of "vaginas"- well, and everything sex related. I try not to remember that at around the same age we were all phallic-obsessed; screaming the word "PENIS" as loud and abruptly as we could during class- not to mention the countless times we have left our artistic masterpieces in each other's notebooks, only to insist "it's a rocket-launcher, Miss!" when we were questioned by our teachers.

Then you grow older, and with age and well, exposure to sex and porn, you stop giggling at the idea of being a gynaecologist. I realized early on that if you have to go see a doctor about it, there is probably something wrong with it. I also went through the "ewww vaginas are gross" phase, but now I realize that's just a part of my belief that the entire human body is kind of gross, and I'd be better suited for a sci-fi universe where our bodies morphed or transcended into more robotic forms.

Having gone through all that, I guess the only appeal I can see to being a gynaecologist is the pride you can hold in being a professional. Since our reproductive parts are somewhat taboo in almost every culture (despite it being you know, so universal), being the professional you can talk about it without being all embarrassed and act like it's no big deal. Like, someone could be all ashamed and they feel really uneasy about their condition, and you're just like "nah it's no biggie, here let me cure your illness"- and that's like, a better feeling than curing someone's cough because most people aren't embarrassed about having a cough- so it's like, you need to have a more trusting relationship with your patient as a gynaecologist, and you can be all reassuring and bring someone out of their misery.

Fuck yeah I'm so articulate. /s

I don't think I was built for obgyn though. At some stage you realize it's just another organ, and like any other specialist you're just looking at that organ in detail and correlating that condition with the rest of their body. I mean, it's fascinating how a baby's head can fit through a vagina. I can kind of understand why a woman would want a child, but it bewilders me that a woman would uh, give birth more than once. Like, the first time you didn't know better, and you think "oh but so many others have done this before, how bad can it be"--- then you sign yourself up for round two, and that's the part that continues to amaze me.

Maybe instead of telling people to "grow a pair of balls" when they chicken out, we should be saying "go grow a vagina" because dayum those things are way more resilient than balls.

Anyway, have some music. It's what I'm playing on repeat so I thought I'd share.