When big girls go bad

There was an article in the Guardian the other day, of all newspapers, featuring a slender-to-average female journalist who put on a fat suit for a day, and wrote a stupid angst-filled column about the sheer horror of it. I rolled my eyes, for want of anything better to do, and also not being exactly in the target group, and relegated the stupidity to the "idiots who should know better" ledger.

Then buddleia did a nice Ranty McRantypants blurt on it, which was seconded by all and especially sundry, which then inspired cleanskies to write an extremely elegant riposte called "putting on a fat suit does not fat make you, grasshopper".

Also, I just have to say that the Observer Woman section, which they appear to be publishing as one of the Monthly doodackies, appears to be mainly a pile of pants, so far. That article appears one to be their token feminist efforts, in amongst the beauty tips and advice columns, and is a fair representation of the quality. Frankly, I'd wish they'd drop it. I'd rather read Sport Monthly (which, given the level of my interest in sports, is fairly telling).