Monday 7 December 2009

Beth Ditto: Just, No.

I'd like you to do something for me. I'd like you to take a look at the following image, and tell me exactly what about it is right or good. What about this image embodies anything at all relative to things that are considered amazing, jovial, fantastical and just plain great? I'm going to be honest with you, very small readership, I'm looking at it and I'm not finding anything at all good.



Go on, look at it. Let the coloured pixels soak into your mind like a visual bubble bath. Of course, by now, you must be drowning youself in that bath, as to avoid the gaze of this sweaty, globulous human atrocity.

I could take the easy road and lambast Beth Ditto for covering the same surface area as a gazebo. Make no bones about it, Ditto's a big lass. Some would argue vehemently that, considering her size, her willingness to parade around in outfits that semi-expose her hirsute mons pubis displays a great deal of self confidence and pride. She is not ashamed at all for who or what she is. I guess this would be okay if Beth Ditto wasn't actually, literally, morbidly obese.

Not long ago I saw some columnists in various newspapers and magazines rip into popular supermodel Kate Moss for her statement that "Nothing ever tastes as good as skinny feels." Understandably, this could be construed as telling people that being ultra-thin is a great deal better than eating foodstuffs of any type. Dont eat! What're you doing! Put that down. She's advocating the unhealthy superslim lifestyle, something which has proved to be life threatening.

So I ask, why is okay for Beth Ditto to advocate obesity? Beth Ditto's philosophy seems to be that you are who you are, and that no one should try and change you or tell you otherwise. That's cool, Beth, but if you're going to succumb to heart failure by the time you're 42, then perhaps 'being yourself' needs a bit of a reformation? As for her outlandish outfits, these are just the hallmarks of an exhibitionist, nothing more, nothing less. There's no message in that lyrca bikini, just sadness.

Also, why tell us that you wear no deodorant? Why do I need to know that? Now I can smell you while I look at your horrific shell of flesh, and smell is linked to taste, so now I can taste you Beth. Bloody hell.

Being morbidly obese is not better than being dangerously underweight. Just because being fat makes you look like a children's T.V character doesn't make it any more acceptable, you tool.

James Corden is also a fat cunt.