First, some background:
1. Holly uses Jill’s blog to rant in a poorly-written post about fat people in scooters at Disney. It’s not funny, it misses the mark, and the comments go from cruel to butt-hurt to insane.
2. Jenny takes umbrage with the sentiments.
3. So does Erin.
Now, my take:
If you’re contemplating going to a theme park for a day of rides and happiness and fun, but every time you stand up you hear a faint sound of your ankles crying in terror, stay the fuck home.
Yes, people of all sizes on scooters can be annoying at Disney, but so are double and triple scooters and kids on leashes who run across the entire walkway and people who don’t know how to walk in a straight line and parents who only have an infant and no other children but drag their crying fucking baby to the park and guests who don’t understand what a shower or deodorant means and people who stop abruptly without consideration of another fucking soul on Earth.
You get over it, because you’re there to have fun, not complain and bitch at every turn. And I know that whenever I see someone in a scooter, I usually assume that they have a legitimate reason for it.
BUT. When I see someone topping the scale at 400-600 pounds using the park as their own personal racing arena, ignorant of the fact that other people are trying to walk, clasping their ice cream or turkey leg or kettle corn in one hand, I’m more than annoyed. I’m disgruntled.
Obesity is an epidemic in our society, and there are different reasons for it. Some are medical, but most are based on the simple fact that you are eating more calories than you are burning. I know this, because I was extremely obese, weighing 420 pounds, and now I’m just merely obese, hovering around 290. And when I ate less than I burned, I lost weight. It’s like fucking magic.
I still went to theme parks. And I couldn’t walk through a turnstile or go on most of the rides and I was out of breath and my back hurt and I sweated more than any human being should sweat. I can’t even imagine reaching a point where I needed a scooter.
Some people might argue that the grossly obese need to use scooters so that they don’t become hermits and so that they can experience the world. Fuck that. If you’re so fucking fat that you can’t move on your own, we need to stop helping you feel like that’s okay and that’s normal. Get to a doctor. Have surgery. Waste away in bed. Anything is better than feeling like it’s okay to weigh 600 pounds and only be able to wash yourself with a rag on a stick. It’s NOT okay. Stay the fuck out of theme parks, stay the fuck off of the sidewalk on your little fucking Rascal scooter, and do something about it.
And if you read this post and you want to comment that you’re offended, think about if for a second. Do you have a weight problem? That’s okay – I do, too. Lots of people do. I’m not talking about you. Do you use a scooter for medical reasons? That’s okay – I’m not talking about you. Do you weigh over 500 pounds and use a scooter because you’re a fat fuck who can’t move on your own? I am talking about you. You may be as offended as you want.