I’m scared to admit it – which, by my internal code of ethics, means that I must do so, immediately – but I’m fasting. I’m worried that my Fat Acceptance friends will frown and sigh. I promise, it has nothing to do with weight loss, promoting disordered eating, or body hatred. No, it is way worse than that. Last week I blog-slapped Liz Jones for her sojourn into burqa tourism, but now I’m travelling that same path. Indeed, my darlings, I’m roadtripping on a little highway called called ‘cultural appropriation’ and also doing a little off-roading through …

I’m scared to admit it – which, by my internal code of ethics, means that I must do so, immediately – but I’m fasting. I’m worried that my Fat Acceptance Friends will frown and sigh. I promise, it has nothing to do with weight loss, promoting disordered eating, or body hatred. No, it is way worse than that. Last week I blog-slapped Liz Jones for her sojourn into burqa tourism, but now I’m travelling that same path. Indeed, my darlings, I’m roadtripping on a little highway called called ‘cultural appropriation’ and also doing a little off-roading through …

I’m scared to admit it – which, by my internal code of ethics, means that I must do so, immediately – but I’m fasting. I’m worried that my Fat Acceptance Friends will frown and sigh. I promise, it has nothing to do with weight loss, promoting disordered eating, or body hatred. No, it is way worse than that. Last week I blog-slapped Liz Jones for her sojourn into burqa tourism, but now I’m travelling that same path. Indeed, my darlings, I’m roadtripping on a little highway called called ‘cultural appropriation’ and also doing a little off-roading through …

I love the part where she says she felt like a racehorse in that burqa.

Nice simile from a dimwit. I didn’t know racehorses wore burquas. Doesn’t that, like, interfere with their ability to run a race?

This is another outstanding posting, and I did follow some of the hyperlinks to the world of Liz Jones’ stupidity. I love her week-by-week analysis of her intake. Why, oh why, didn’t she do a weekly analysis of whenever she took a dump?

I love her statement that when it comes to wearing the burqa, she felt like a racehorse. Nice simile. Didn’t know that racehorses wore burqas. Doesn’t that, like, interfere with their ability to run fast?

So Jones feels like she really knows what it’s like to be marginalized after ONE week of wearing a burka in England? That’s like me (I’m Jewish) saying that I know what the Jews in Nazi-occupied Europe felt because I wore a yellow star in America for a week.

As a fellow feminist and as a breast cancer survivor whose had a double mastectomy with reconstruction, I’m very breast-sensitive. I get sick and tired of watching shows and seeing magazine covers about boob jobs. Then again, women do this to themselves, too. Women AND men do this to women. All I know is that the media doesn’t focus a thumbnail as much about male parts as female parts.

All I can say is Liz Jones doesn’t know squat. But you already knew that.

Thanks for the insightful posting.