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July 12, 2008 11:59 AM PDT

Wall-E accused of Fascism. Um, I mean Fattism.

by Chris Matyszczyk
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Wall-E, the hero of Pixar's latest huge success, has waddled into an unexpected spat.

About fat.

If you have not yet seen the movie, I won't spoil the story.

However, I can tell you that the second half depicts human beings as obese, lazy, mindless slobs who glide around on lounge chairs, slurping humoungously-proportioned cupcake drinks as their flab flaps in the slipstream.

This vision of the future is, naturally, a vast stretch.

However, the National Association To Advance Fat Acceptance (NAAFA) is largely unamused.

At its conference in LA, which ends today, the organization enjoyed entertainment from the Fatimas, declared its members' determination to make the word 'fat' their own and much private debate apparently whirled around the deleterious influence of Wall-E.

The Wall-E debate seems to have been begun by Ms. Rachel Richardson.

She voiced her concerns about Wall-E's anti-fat depictions even before the movie came out.

On her blog, 'The F-Word,' she accused Pixar of 'fat-bashing.'

"WALL-E specifically singles out and targets obese people as the primary cause of mankind's demise," she wrote.

(Credit: Zac-Attack)

This use of words seemed a little careless as NAAFA, for example, believes supposedly PC words such as 'obese' or 'overweight' are not merely sad attempts at largesse. They are moral judgments, created by thin people to suppress their more sizable brethren, just as certain world leaders of the past attempted to champion only the perfect eugenic specimens.

Anyway, in her next post worrying about Wall-E's poisonous effects, Ms. Richardson wrote:

"The real truth is that people just don't care that others are being discriminated against, as long as it's not directed their way. They don't - or won't - see how such stereotypes harm both fat and thin people, and contribute to an environment where a recent study of teen girls reveals they'd rather be blinded or lose a limb instead of becoming fat."

Ms.Richardson continued to express her concerns in a post yesterday.

Ms. Marilyn Wann, another fat-tivist, who has her own site, Fat!so?, was quoted by the Daily Telegraph's site as having told London's Sunday Telegraph:

"Pixar should be out of business for portraying this level of prejudicial bigotry-mongering. These are 19th-century hatreds repackaged in modern animation. It's amazing."

Here's the truly amazing thing, though.

Ms. Richardson, for example, hasn't seen the movie.

She does, however, reference those who accuse Pixar of 'lazy logic' by equating environmental collapse with overconsumption.

I'd be a little more interested if she and other fat-tivists wrote about how they felt having actually seen the movie. Would they feel better about it? Or even worse? Would they order the large popcorn? (Yes, I am ashamed of that last question. I am weak. I am in the stranglehold of stereotypes. I watch too much Sarah Silverman. Please save me.)

As it stands, isn't it something of a stereotype confirmation to criticize a movie you haven't bothered to actually see? Isn't this the very logic of the lazy she is warning us against?

In any case, fat-tivist critics are surely missing the deep-seated, positive message of Wall-E's remarkable story.

There he is with his tiny little neck and sweet little binocular eyes. And his rather disproportionately large belly.

The thing is, he puts that belly to such good use. He takes the waste that overconsumers have left behind and makes pretty little buildings out of it.

Surely that's what Pixar is getting at.

The Obesity of Hope.

June 6, 2008 3:10 PM PDT

Crunch gyms use satellite technology to re-create Groundhog Day.

by Chris Matyszczyk
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Everyone has their own way of dealing with extraneous flesh and respiratory deterioration.

Some control their diet with the rigor of Reese Witherspoon and go for long walks, waving their arms around like angry spouses. (Which many of them appear to be.) Others staple their stomachs like a two-page letter from a lawyer. And there are those of us who go to gyms, where at least one can bike, read a book and laugh (inwardly, of course) at the progress of leotard design.

I choose to exercise at one of the amiable horse boxes in the stable of Crunch gyms.

This is not the poshest of venues. But I once had a naked encounter with a client in the changing room of one of the ritzier establishments and it was very uncomfortable discussing potential voiceovers while he dried his bottom with a towel that was significantly undersized for the task.

I tend to have fallen into the habit of exercising at the same time in the morning. And my brain has become scrambled by Crunch's insistence on playing the same music at the same time every day.

It's 10.31am. And here we have the Moody Blues whispering "Once upon a time...in your wil-ildest dreams.."

It's 10.38am. The Crematorium of Music opens its gates again and Frampton Comes Alive, puts his mouth on that plastic tube then sings, helpfully: "I wonder how you're feeling, there's ringing in my ears.."

Indeed.

(Credit: Eddie-S)

So after six months of this (tolerance is indolence), I asked the extremely nice lady on reception why they played the same music every day.

"Oh, it's satellite," she replied.

I don't know about you, but sometimes, when people say something that seems not quite right to me I have to pause and check whether my head needs servicing.

"Ah, satellite," I said, eventually. "Great...So, you must have hundreds of channels."

"Well, er, I don't know," she said, a little uncertainly. "But Corporate only allows us to play this one channel. The music does change. We have rap and Black-Eyed Peas.."

"But I don't get to hear those so often. I get Peter Bloody Frampton," I said, trying to arrange my mouth into a friendly expression. Then I added: " Every day. We all do."

She laughed, but it was the laugh that comes just before walking into the bus shelter head first.

"Look," I continued. "there's Caitlin on the bike. She's been reading the same page of Erik Larson's 'Devil in the White City' for three weeks. And over there is Dennis. He's told me the same story about his ex-girlfriend's obsession with Pixar animation and solo canoeing in her underwear for the last month. Won't you help him? Won't you help all of us?"

"I'm sorry," she replied. "It's corporate policy."

I staggered back to my bike, my head bouncing off my knees as I muttered, perhaps too loudly: "What chance do I have of getting into the next world if I can never understand this one?"

I sat down and pedaled with all the joy of a Cistercian monk at a debate.

The Antipodean band Crowded House joined me. They always do at 10.44am.

"Hey now, hey now," they soothed, "don't dream it's over.."

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