Monday, December 19, 2011

All good things come to an end....

All good things come to an end....

as do mediocre things which I feel more describes my blog. When I started this blog it had no direction and it still doesn't. I think that that shows. I don't believe that my quality of my writing is good enough to sustain a good blog at this time in my life. I feel I have written some good things so I will keep this blog up but I am not dedicating anymore time to it. After this there will be no more posts.

I want to send a huge thank you to those of you who did read and enjoy my blog. And do not worry I am not disappearing of the internet. You can follow on Tumblr and/or friend me on Live journal.

Lots of love,

My Tumbr-ZoeDangerAwesome
My LJ-24hourteaparty

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Video of The Day- Vintage Fatty Figure Flattery

Here we are again with Linda Lee Fashions. This time she is here to teach us how to not dress fat. This video is all about looking slim. Showing us that fashion advice for fat women has not changed much over the years. Personally, I think she looks just as fat in every dress which is why I find the concept of figure flattery ridiculous. (more on that in another blog post)

I do like that the model is truly plus size and an older women. And the clothes are figure hugging.

Colors for Slimming


Thursday, August 25, 2011

For just $10.63 (With free shipping!) you can teach your child to hate their body now! (Order now and you can get extra shame for free!)

As a child I was convinced that if I looked different more people would love me. I though if a could just get my hair relaxed and drop fifty pounds my life would magically be better. A new, as of yet unreleased book, Maggie Goes on a Diet puts credibility on that belief.

From what I can tell Maggie Goes on a Diet is the story of a fat girl in middle school. Her asshole classmates make fun of her everyday. Eventually she can not take it anymore so she loses weight. And TA-DAA MAGIC her life is now amazing. All her problems lost along her weight. Everyone who hated fat Maggie just can't wait to befriend skinny Maggie. and she is super healthy and becomes the god of soccer or something. Oh yeah and this is being marketed to girls ages four to eight.

Four to eight.

There is so much wrong with this picture.

It promotes to false belief that the only way to be healthy is to lose weight.

Secondly it tells us that they only thing that counts is how you look on the outside. Kindergarten teachers across America must be banging their head against a wall right now. This book is trying undue all those stories, poems, pictures, and songs that our teachers gave us trying to tell us in is what is on the inside that counts.

The book description on Amazon says that throughout the story Maggie becomes self confident after loosing weight. I take two things away from that. One, the Arthur is saying it is impossible to have self confidence if you are fat, and/or two, if you are fat you don't deserve to have self confidence. Either way the message is bullshit.

Thirdly, this book says bulling is okay. It encourages the belief that there is something wrong with being fat and therefor it is okay to shame people for being fat. Skinny Maggie makes a ton of friends, probably some of the same kids who bullied her. These people did not become her friend for her personality they befriended her because she was skinny.

This is the opposite of what we should be teaching kids. When I was a kid I wish I had known that it is no use being beautiful on the outside if you are rotten on the inside. I wish I had known that anyone who judges me by my appearance is not worth my time. I wish I had known that anyone who befriends someone because of their looks is not a true friend.

Thank Goddess no one gave me this book.

This book angers but does not surprise me. This book is merely a document of very common attitudes and beliefs. I am happy to say this book is being met with a considerable amount of backlash. Just take a look at the tags people put on it on amazon. They include tags such as “Teaching your kids to self hate”, “Waste of a good tree” and “If you hate your daughter.” I agree with all of them.

I also cannot help but notice this book is written by a man for young girls. I could say something about sexism but I just don't have the energy today.

To the the author Paul Kramer I say this: fuck you.

To all the parents thinking of buying this book: don't.

To the kids that get bullied: hang in there and don't give your time to people who don't deserve it.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Video of The Day- Vintage Fatties in Swimsuits

So you know how people like to act like fat people just showed up in the past 20 years like the gorram reavers? While that is a load of bullshit. Fat people have been around since the dawn of time. Or at least since the mid 1930s.

In this short news real we see a diving competition just for fat women. I love the women at 18 seconds. When she sees how much she weighs she smiles and claps her hand. Next time I step on a scale I am doing the same.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sunday Links

Twirling in Neon- from Feministe

...when you’re fat, to make yourself as small and unnoticeable as possible. Wear black! And grey! And navy blue! I have this habit of leaning off the edge of bus seats so as to prevent any possibility of my belligerent thighs coming into any contact with another person. But the more angry I get about the way fat people are treated, the more unapologetic I insist on being. And it’s been incredible.

Sally from Already Pretty tells us how to be our own stylist.

Pink and Black- from Cupcake's clothes. Why does she always look so amazing?

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Link Love

7 Feminist Take-Aways From the Final Harry Potter Movie- from Ms. Magazine. Just another reason why Harry Potter is amazing.
I am so glad this is here. Its perfect for those interested or concerned with their health, but don't want to deal with the harmful diet talk. Make sure you check out the book as well. Its awesome.

Ten Ways to Keep a Long-Term Character From Being Hated. from io9. For us fiction writers out there.

grammar policing and derailing. from Feminist Slut. As someone who is less than awesome at spelling and even worse with grammer I really  appreciate this.

The Problem is the Clothes

I named my blog The Problem is the Clothes, Not the Body for a reason. It is something I have to remind myself of often.

Body shame and shopping have always walked hand in hand for me. The first time I remember feeling ashamed in a dressing room was when I was eight years old. I was shopping for jeans at Target with my dad. I tried on the jeans and walked out to show my dad how they fit. Without my shirt on. My dad freaked out and I was incredibly confused. I didn't understand was it was so wrong to be seen with out a shirt. (I still don't, really.) What I did understand was that something was wrong with my body.

We receive negative feedback on the way clothes fit our bodies everyday. I've noticed in diet ads a lot of companies use clothes as a motivator. Remember the Sara Rue Jenny Craig commercials? The introduction in that series of ads stated that is wasn't normal to not feel good in a pair of jeans. As Sara lost more weight she was shown trying on dresses and asking for a smaller size.

I believe this is a common attitude. It was for me anyway. I can't even tell you how many times I looked in the mirror and told myself I could buy nice clothes when I lost weight. I felt that clothes didn't look good on me. I've never some across a dress that hides my round belly. Most tops I buy I have to wear a tank top under to avoid cleavage. My thighs touch each other. I have more “problem areas” than I can count.

None of that is my fault. It is not my fault when a skirt I want is too small for me. Or when a ring won't fit on my finger. Or that jeans always give me a muffin top. That dress that didn't fit wasn't made for me. It was made for a fit model and then scaled up or down.

And it doesn't matter that a tight top shows off my back fat rolls. Or that my favorite stripped dress makes me look bigger than I am. Throw out those concepts of figure flattery.

I'm not going to lie. Even though I am at a very good mental place with my body I still hate shopping. I hate that poorly lit tiny inclosed space they call a dressing room. When something I want doesn't fit me it can put me in a stormy mood for hours, if not day.

Sometimes I just have to lean against the wall and remind myself, the problem is the clothes, not my body.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Goodbye Harry

I don't think there is one thing that had more influence over my childhood than Harry Potter.

Harry Potter is more than a book and movie series. Harry Potter is a world I could spend my whole life in.

I can close my eyes and I am at Honey dukes. Or the Great Hall. Or the Ministry.

Harry Potter is what I played on the playground, fighting with my friends over who got to be Harry.

I do not read about Hermione Granger, I know Hermione Granger. And I know Dudley and Draco because I know what it is like to be bullied.

Harry Potter is a thing that brings my family closer together. The first four books were read to me by my father. A few months ago I gave the first book to my nine year old brother. He is in the middle of the seventh book now. Whenever he reads something funny he comes to knock on my bedroom door and tell me about it.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the people I grew up with. When I didn't have friends, I had them and their story.

Harry Potter is story I have read a dozen times, so much that I have already worn though a whole set of book and had to buy new ones.

Harry Potter is the story that inspired me to write. My first story was a Harry Potter fan fiction.

Harry Potter is the thing that created friendships.

The end of Harry Potter is more than the end of a series, it is the end of a long chapter in my life. Tonight I am going to go to a theater with my best friend , surrounded by annoying fan girls. (Which I am one of) and at midnight I am going to see the end of my childhood. I am going to laugh and I am going to cry. And I am going to know my life will never be the same.

Harry Potter is one of the best things to have ever happened to me.

Jo, I thank you so much for this gift you have given us.

Now I am going to cry in the shower.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Have some links

Sorry for my lack of posting! I have been busy with school work. Have some links.

Pocket Rocket Fashion: The Fat Gal's Shopping Manifesto

Spanx Will Not Save the World
It says "Spanx started with $5000 and a dream –- to make the world a better place…one butt at a time!"

Big fat fail over here — my world is a better place when I can freaking breathe. My world is a better place when someone is not trying to convince me that making myself into a human sausage will make the world a better place.
Two Whole Cakes: The lady is a tramp: On getting my bits touched by the TSA first scan was a wash, as it seems I have a hard time raising my hands in the air without also waving them like I just don’t care, and so during the first go-round I did a little impromptu dance, which blurred the results. “PLEASE STAND STILL, MA’AM,”

Definatalie: Hospital Drawings. Amazing

Cupcakes Clothes: New Hair. I love how she dresses.

The Rotund: All food Choices Are Vaild
It’s not okay for other people to judge my food choices – not simply because I’m fat or because I have a mental illness, but because it’s none of their damn business and they lack sufficient data to draw any sort of meaningful (much less correct) conclusion. Similarly, no matter what the lifestyle of a random person, I don’t get to judge their food choices; I don’t know them and I’m not going to run around coming to half-baked conclusions.

Already Pretty: The Collector Mentality
 I still believe that some folks – myself included – can enjoy and effectively utilize large and varied wardrobes.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Shame does not make a good diet

fat and awesomeIf you could shame people in to being thin everyone in America would be a size negative four.

I came across an anti fat PSA today, and everything about it was wrong. The PSA was put out by the Georgia Children's Health Alliance. On this poster there are pictures of four different fat children. 
The pictures tell you if your fat you WILL get diabetes. If you are fat you WILL die before your parents.
These pictures look like mugshots. These children are criminals. These kids are put on this poster as a cautionary tale. (I'm just gonna give you a link to the poster instead of putting it my blog.)

Things like this poster is what made me hate my body for so long. I have been fat shamed constantly since I was six years old. The boy in first grade that told me I was so fat I would break the bus seats started it. That message was reenforced every time I turned on the TV, watched a movie, looked at a magazine, and read about Dudley Dursley. The fat shaming continues every time I am on the internet. I am fat shamed every time I go on a walk outside and see a billboard.

Shame is not making America lose weight. Shame is making Americans hate their own bodies. Shame has started an epidemic of self hatred.

It has been about 11 years since that boy fat shamed me that day.

I am not thin. You have failed Meme Roth. You have failed Michele Obama. You have failed Georgia Children Health Alliance. I have spent a good deal of time being ashamed, and none of that time thin. You have not shamed me into thinness.

And you never will.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

It is easy to lose weight, expect not. Mini post

Most people are under the incorrect assumption that losing weight is easy. I see people say this all the time. I'll be reading the comments on a fat related blog post, generally a post about being healthy while fat. The comment will go something like this:

“Oh please, you can't be fat and healthy. You're just being lazy. I used to weigh 200 pounds and I was super unhealthy! But then I stopped eating donuts for breakfast/putting a cup of sugar in my morning coffee/i started making meals at home instead of eating fast food every night/ I stopped drinking a six pack of beer everyday.”

I don't like donuts. I don't drink. My mother makes wonderful home cooked meals. We do not keep junk food in the house. That's not to say I never eat 'bad foods', I just don't very often. And on top of that I exercise.

And I still weigh 214 pounds.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

OOTD: The wrong kind of girl

Everyone says that a perfect pair of jeans are a wardrobe staple. They are said to be comfortable and fashionable. I hate jeans. I hate everything about them. I don't like how they look and I don't like how they feel. I have never found a pair of comfortable jeans. They always pinch and pull me. No matter what size I wear jeans give me muffin top, even jeans that are too big.

Instead of jeans, I wear leggings as pants. Its a love or hate it trend, and I love it. Leggings are comfortable. When wearing them I can walk, run, bike, dance, anything. They can keep my legs warm. They can do everything jeans can do.

I was flipping though one of my mothers magazines a while ago. They did a poll on what people thought of leggings as pants. I don't remember what the results where. What I do remember is a comment somebody they asked made. It was something along the line of, “leggings as pants are usually worn by the wrong kinda girl.”

I am the wrong kind of girl. I am the wrong kind of girl because when I wear leggings you can see my stomach sticking out. I am the wrong kind of girl because leggings show off my less than toned butt. I am the wrong kind of girl because I am fat. Leggings are not 'flattering' on me.

But see, unlike that guy, I don't see why I shouldn't were leggings. Why I shouldn’t show the world my soft fat body.

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T shirt- Post War Trade- We are the media

Undershirt- JC Penny's

Boots-hand me downs

Headscarf- thrift

feather- carft store

Make up

eyeliner- Dark Blue Wet n' Wild, White Wet n Wild in the corner

Lipstick- Russian red, applied with finger for a soft finish

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

This is what a feminist looks like.


For a long time I resisted the label of feminist. This all started when I came across an article by live journal user Allecto. It was called 'A Rapist View of the World: Joss Whedon and Firefly.' I love Joss and I love Firefly. And here was this women, who called herself a feminist, accusing Joss of being a rapist. Just because she didn't like his portrayal of women. I mean, goddamn. Yeah, sometimes his portrayals are a bit problematic, but that does not make him a rapist. And he does a lot better than most people. This was my first encounter with feminism, and if you read the article you can see why it turned me off. I read and went “this is feminism? I can never be a feminist.”

I encountered similar things after the new Star Trek movie came out. I loved Uhura. She was awesome. Beautiful. Smart. Useful. But a lot of people who didn't agree with me. There were feminists that said all sorts of horrible things about her. She was a whore for kissing Spock in the elevator. She used sex to get her job. She was just eye candy. Again, I read all this and thought, “feminists think this? I can never be a feminist.”

I was telling my mom all this one day and she said, “Zoe, of course you are a feminist.” And she was right. I am a feminist, a n00b, but still a feminist. Those other women that wrote those things, I don't think they are feminists. Or at least, not my kind of feminist.  I have learned thatnot all feminists are humorless bitchily man haters.

I have always believed in equality and the right to choose. And I will fight for those rights.

The right to choose what to do with your own body.

The right to vote, the right to stay at home.

The right to be a business woman, the right to be a housewife.

The right to be butch, the right to be femme.

I am a feminist. I paint my nails and I wear make up. I like skirts and dresses more than pants. I like historical romances. I like science fiction. I like black and white movies. I shave my legs and I shape my eyebrows, I let the rest of my hair grow free. I want to be a burlesque dancer someday. I like flowers and chocolate. I like it when boys open doors for me. I like Victorian and vintage style. I am a feminist.

My name is Zoe , I am a queer fat femme feminist, hear me roar.

This is what a feminist looks like.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Putting a face on obesity

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  How dare I look so happy, sitting in a bakery, eating a pastry? Don't I know I am a menace to society?

A while back I was browsing Facebook. One of my friends posted a status about someone she was agree with saying there opinion didn't matter because they were fat and ugly. I commented asking her not to use fat as an insult. After all, I am fat, and I'm pretty fucking awesome. She replied, “You're not fat.”I explained to her that yes, I am fat, obese in fact by medical standards.

Her reaction does not surprise me. Why would she think of me as fat? I am her friend, I have a face, a personalty, I have an identity.

Whenever there is a news story about fat people or this so called “obesity epidemic” it is always accompanied by a stream of headless fatties. The pictures they show are not of real people. At some point it was a real person, but they took that away. These fatties are not human. They are a cautionary tales. This is what will happen to use if you eat that pizza, you well become a headless monster. Our society has so little respect for people with fat bodies that they don't even grant us an identity. Of course my friend didn't think of me as fat.


As Headless Fatties, the body becomes symbolic: we are there but we have no voice, not even a mouth in a head, no brain, no thoughts or opinions. Instead we are reduced and dehumanised as symbols of cultural fear: the body, the belly, the arse, food. There's a symbolism, too, in the way that the people in these photographs have been beheaded. It's as though we have been punished for existing, our right to speak has been removed by a prurient gaze, our headless images accompany articles that assume a world without people like us would be a better world altogether.-from Headless Fatties


I am a fat ass with a head. a beautiful head I might add. Next time your sitting around bitching about fatties I want you to know who you are talking about. You are talking about me.

“Bu-bu-bu-but Zoe,” you might be saying, “We only the mean the really fat people.”

No, you are talking about me. And there is nothing wrong with my body.

Zoe Danger Awesome

links of interest
Why Pictures Matter, from Two Whole Cakes
Headless Fatties

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Addicted to Pretty: Sugarpill Review

Sugarpill is a somewhat new make up company specializing in bright colors. They carry both pressed and loose eyeshadow. I have The Cold Heart pallet.


The website is both easy to look at and navigate. You can tell a lot of work went into the site.


I got my make up as a gift so I cannot comment on the shipping.


The packaging is to die for! My pallet came in a beautiful cardboard box. The pallet is also made from cardboard. I would have preferred it to be made of plastic, but it seems very sturdy. It has a handy little mirror inside.

The Product:

These are my new favorite eyeshadow. I have never seen such bright make up. The color it is in the package is the color it is on your eyes.

The eyeshadow lasted on my eyes for hours without creasing, even with no eye primer.

They are easy to apply and blend. The only eyeshadow I had trouble with was Tako, the white. It does not blend as well as the others without an eye primer, but is still amazing. It is the only white I have used that shows up brightly on my skin.

The Price:

I would say the price is pretty great. $12 an eyeshadow. For that you get a ton of product.


I hope the company keeps going strong, and branches out to other products. I would love to see some lipsticks. The world does not have enough bright lipsticks

Would I buy from Sugarpill again? FUCK YES. I want to own all of their products.

I took some swatch pictures, they are not very good, but I figured they are better than nothing.
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Live long, and prosper,

Zoe Danger Awesome

Thursday, January 27, 2011

No one calls Han Solo a bitch: My Fanboys review/rant

I wanted to like this movie. I really did. The director, Kyle Newman seems like a nice guy. He is interviewed by the forcecast sometimes and I have grown rather fond of him. I like the concept of the movie. A bunch of nerds go on a road trip to steal Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. Sounds fun. I wasn't expecting it to be mind-blowing or anything. I was just hoping it was good. It wasn't.

Instead it was about an hour and a half of crude humor. The plot was lacking, which I wouldn’t have minded had the characters been interesting, or even likable.

I did some brief Wikipedia research, the movie seems to have suffered from re shots. Some scene were directed by some guy named Steven Brill, and he sounds like an ass.

The only really enjoyable parts of the movie were the cameos. It was fun hearing the characters quote Star Wars.

But I have to say my biggest problem with this movie is the gay jokes. I'm not against gay jokes. They can be smart and they can be funny. (Look up Margret Cho sometime.) But...I just....well...god. I am just so sick of hearing a sexuality used as an insult. That is ten percent of the population you are using to say you don't like something.

Star Trek is gay. Unintentionally (I think). But that is not bad. Star Trek is not bad because of the frequent homo erotic content. (Well, I don't find it bad all.) Star Trek has tons of horrible acting. Awful writing. Bad sets. Horrible special effects. There are a lot of things wrong Star Trek, but none of those things are the amount of gay.

So yeah, I was gonna do a review, but it turned out more like a rant. And I'm not sure is any thing I said made any sense. Oh well.

Zoe Danger Awesome