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-Short Attention Span Theater-
Lashing out at a man who opened the door for me
2017-02-25
[TheGuardian] It was July 2014, Nashville Tennessee. I was walking into a gas station for a bottle of water when the man behind me stepped up to open the door for me. With that act of kindness, something inside me snapped and I flew into a blind rage. I began screaming at him at the top of my lungs.

“No, you can not open this door for me! You wouldn’t have opened it two years ago, so you damn sure can’t open it now!” I scowled and stormed away, completely enraged.

It was the third time that week that a man had done something polite for me. First a man had bought me a drink at a concert, and then there was the nice man who had helped me scoop up my groceries after I dropped my bag, and now this man with the door.

Thinner, smoother, better: in the era of retouching, that’s what girls have to be.
And a psychopath.
I know all this might leave you wondering if I had had a rough week, or a fight with my boyfriend or was in a terrible mood that had prompted me to lose my temper like that. The truth is more complicated.
She's trying to spin her version.
Two years before this, in July 2012, I weighed 365lb, which roughly translates into 26 stone. I was enormous, and had been my entire life. I grew up an obese kid, was an obese teenager, an obese young adult, and by my mid-40s I had ballooned into a hugely obese adult.

But that summer I started a massive journey to lose 220lb, or almost 16 stone, over the course of four and a half years. As I sit here today, I’m literally a third of the body mass I used to be. I am an average-sized woman who wears a size medium pretty much across the board. And, I am happy to report, I am also a fairly happy, confident person.
And a psychopath.
But that day I had just begun experimenting with regular-sized clothes, and I was not confident. I was uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable with the attention my new body was receiving, I was uncomfortable about new social circles, and I was uncomfortable with the unexpected boost to my career.
There's always Haagen Dazs...
I was uncomfortable but I didn’t know why. Everything seemed to be going so well. I should have been happy, but I wasn’t. And it wasn’t until I saw that man’s hand reach for the handle of that door that I knew why – and it pissed me off.

The idea that the size of my trousers had had anything to do with simple politeness was heartbreaking to me.

I had been disregarded, overlooked and ignored because of my size for so long that I didn’t even realise it until people started being nice to me – until, in other words, I was “normal sized”. No one had ever done those things for me before.

He opened that door for me because I wasn’t physically offensive to him, and I knew. And it was in that moment that I realised how terrible we are as a society to people, based solely on their appearance. This realisation broke me. It broke me in a way that I’ve never been broken before. He certainly didn’t deserve my outburst, but in that moment I couldn’t help myself.
That's what a psychopath would do.
The idea that the size of my trousers had had anything to do with simple politeness was heartbreaking to me. Never mind men actually asking me on dates, career advances, better opportunities and much cheaper clothes (big girls get done over by the fashion world).

In every pair of trousers I have ever owned, I have been the exact same person; with the same thoughts, abilities, talents, intellect and heart. I didn’t just magically become smart, funny, talented and pretty when I could buy smaller jeans. I’ve been in here the whole time. But very few took the time to see me.
Maybe coz they suspected you were a psychopath before you lost all that weight.
More at the link

Later in the article, she admires her smaller ass. I'm not kidding...
Posted by:badanov

#13  Strong enough to hate others anonymously not strong enough to acknowledge she hates herself.
Posted by: Skidmark   2017-02-25 18:31  

#12  Something tells me it's always "that time of the month" with her.
Posted by: Regular joe   2017-02-25 13:07  

#11  These various men are not mind readers and they cannot anticipate your hang ups. They were just being nice. A thank you will do fine. There is still a vestige of politeness and civility in the South. Write Miss Manners next time before flying off at the handle.
Posted by: JohnQC   2017-02-25 13:06  

#10  Eh.. it wasnt because of your size that guys avoided, and continue to avoid you...
Posted by: CrazyFool   2017-02-25 10:45  

#9  If only women could see the inner Mercedes in our Hondas.
Posted by: charger   2017-02-25 10:41  

#8  But very few took the time to see me. And you think they OWED you that? The world don't owe you SQUAT.
Posted by: Anguper Hupomosing9418   2017-02-25 10:12  

#7  She's got it all wrong. I wouldn't hold the door for her before because I couldn't make it around her fast a$$ in time.
Posted by: gorb   2017-02-25 09:37  

#6  Well, two years ago, it wouldn't have mattered if someone had opened the door for her, she couldn't have gotten through until the doorway or she was greased up.
8-o
Posted by: AlmostAnonymous5839   2017-02-25 09:30  

#5  Older ladies (without Secret Service servants escorts) and women with children.
Posted by: Procopius2k   2017-02-25 08:58  

#4  People are my business, and I’ve learned a lot about them over the years. I’ve learned that I’ve never met one that wasn’t stunning. No matter what they looked like or what they weighed. I’ve never seen a face or body that I couldn’t find beauty in or a person who didn’t possess compassion, humour and love.

Except, of course, for the poor schmuck you howled at for being polite. Maybe he was stunning enough to have opened the door when you weighed 465 pounds.

I don't open doors for females anymore, unless I get there first - same as for males. My favorite female (Mrs. Bobby) is fine with that.
Posted by: Bobby   2017-02-25 08:39  

#3  So, what she's saying is that men will do nice things for women they find attractive? Well blow me down, this is a shocking state of affairs.
Posted by: Herb McCoy7309   2017-02-25 08:26  

#2  Sounds like she is hangry; stop at Burger King and cheer up.
Posted by: Airandee   2017-02-25 05:56  

#1  I Open the Door for Everyone. If you do not want to walk through it, then don't. I will close it in your face.
Posted by: newc   2017-02-25 01:28  

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