Oh, good grief! “Clerks” director Kevin Smith (“Silent Bob”) was tossed off a Southwest Airlines flight today, it appears, for being “too fat.” He generally buys two seats for comfort’s sake (and he is reportedly only 5’8″ and 240 lbs., and I don’t think that is quite DeathFat, although it can’t be considered an attaboy/attagirl/attadirector), but he was flying standby and only got one seat. He says the armrests went down and so forth. *I* certainly would not have complained about sitting next to him, as I have several film ideas I would like to discuss with him!!
But anyway, his feelings are hurt, majorly. A lot of Twitter people apparently slammed him and said he’s fat. Well, duh! Shut up already! For all have sinned and fall short!! We would be skinny like you if it were not so horribly difficult.
I think it’s terrible that they hurt his feelings, but hey, that’s life in the big city for fat girls and boys. You know what ruined him for me? Not that he got fat, or got married. It’s that he cut off his hair! That is a deal-breaker, baby. Forget it after that. But of course we can still discuss my great ideas for movies. Call me. My people are on it right now, baby!
*ahem* Here’s the link to the L. A. Times article. It seems that a rep from SW tried to smooth things over, but in her written apology she didn’t admit that he was prolly not bounced for being fat so much as for just being the last guy who was riding standby. It still sounded to him as if he were being slammed for being a fattie.
Shame on people who try to shame fat people, though. Let’s try to be kind to one another even if all of us have flaws, all right? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, and I mean ANY sin or flaw at all (the point being that nobody gets to cast the first stone after all). If someone needs two seats, let’s be kind and compassionate about it. I don’t want you skinny chicks and dudes to be crowded into a seat next to us stinky fats, but why can’t we be cordial about the entire issue? Sigh. Because people love to jump on any reason to “get after” someone else for a flaw or imagined slight, that’s why. It has always been so (it’s in the ancient Greek plays, in the Bible, in all sorts of ancient texts–we’ve always been a bunch of twits.)
I really liked “Mallrats.” And “Chasing Amy,” although I hate hate HATED the ending. Why they couldn’t have had a conversation to straighten all that out, I don’t know. I also liked “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back” because it was really funny, even with all the cussin’ bleeped out. And the guy who plays Jay, of course . . . the hair. It’s all about the gorjus hair. As usual.
Man’s inhumanity to man. And to woman!