A Convenient Inconvenience
Did you know that “the Situation” from Jersey Shore might make more than $5 million this year? Have you heard that Snookie from the same show had a NY Times best-selling book? And just in case it wasn’t already clear that the NY/NJ area is going to hell, did you read about the NYC based political strategist who recently managed to place herself at the center of a “too fat to fly” controversy?
I understand what’s going on with the Jersey Shore kids. We have a fascination with things that disgust us and they definitely fall into that category. More than that, self-promotion is a time-honored American trait so why not take advantage of your 15 minutes of fame before it ends. Sadly, the fat lady falls into both of these categories, too.
I know, I’m as shocked as you that an overweight weight-loss blogger would somehow manage to find herself smack dab in the middle of a weight-based controversy. It’s almost unthinkable. Granted, it is America and I give her props on the self-promotion. But as someone who flies somewhat frequently and who has sat next to people who clearly needed to purchase two seats, I don’t feel the least bit sorry for her.
You can make the argument that as long as the person fits between the two armrests they should be able to fly. However, when you suck in, you can usually fit yourself anywhere for a limited amount of time. I can think of a few times I’ve been seated next to someone who “fit” between the armrests but as the flight continued and their paunch began to drift, the armrest magically began levitating. We paid the same price for the ticket. You should not be taking up half of my seat.
Here’s my take on it, Ms. weight-loss blogger. I’m happy you’re losing weight and I hope you continue. I’m sorry if Southwest announced a little too loudly that you needed to buy an additional ticket to make up for your girth (although not really). I also don’t mind that you’re attempting to make a little moolah off the whole deal. But I also really hope I never have to sit next to you on a plane, at least not until you’ve got that heft down under 2 C’s. The Jersey Shore kids may be annoying but at least they don’t spill into my seat.