Ladies: go git yourself a fat guy
And that's not limited to clothes, either. There's abundant praise for women of abundance, but outside of a certain subset of the gay community -- a phenomenon I've documented here before -- you don't hear much about fat men being sexy. Oh, they're cute, cuddly, adorable, bla bla bla. Just not hot.
But there is ... or may be ... a minority of women who don't just "accept" chubby guys. They want chubby guys.
One of them wrote an article in the UK Times:
I'm convinced that we unconsciously think of powerful men as being physically substantial, too -- like the classic image of the Victorian male, paunch protruding from under a waistcoat, thick tree-like legs planted solidly on the ground, hands held behind the back: John Bull. I think of the solidity of Donald Trump, the formerly weightier (and sexier) manifestation of Bill Clinton and Charles Saatchi (Nigella's husband): all sexy, sophisticated guys (OK, maybe not Trump, but he has charisma). Physiques such as these suggest a jovial comfortableness, the confidence of a man secure in his own skin, and an expanding hedonism as well as defiant sensuality. Whether you agree or not, I suspect that the association of girth with status might be genetically hardwired in us all -- and despite the blandishments of Men's Health magazine and others to idolise the six-pack, the female of the species is deeply susceptible to such wiring.
Labels: fatblogging, health, rants


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