[–] Ghostman_Loon 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Just because these cunts are bigger than fat monica they think she was a bad thing. When it says "we've come a long way from fat monica they mean their clothing sizes.

[–] CaptainCarrotSticks ago  (edited ago)

Ndombe is that like a Red Skin name but instead of what you see it's what you hear when's fatso's are coming down the stairs.

[–] ceasedmerrymaking ago 

Fuck you fatty, Fat Monica was great.

[–] omwtohuman 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

hey now, captain marvel at least has some good eye candy

[–] Carsandsarcasm 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

Ndombe

I'm not going to be taking any advice from someone whose name sounds like a fatso trying to talk with their mouth full.

[–] NoSJW 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Cinema was already dying and now that - starting next year - it gets much worse and movies that are not "inclusive" (no fatties, gay, tranny, disabled, minorities, etc.)will be exempt from Oscar consideration.

[–] jynnan_tonnyx 0 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago 

Being the whiny, useless cunts that they are; of course fatfucks are going to lay the responsibility of representation not on themselves but on those who actually have the initiative to create whatever media fatfucks are bitching about. And you yourself just exposed the retard mentality you shit-stuffers try so hard to reinforce: the default character is thin and fit. No fucking way!? Really!? No one wants to read or experience anything from the lard perspective because it would either be full of more bullshit than high-fantasy/sci-fi, or it would read like a prison journal.

 "I had just finished my hour long spin class for the morning and was on my way to Whole Foods. I was walking briskly to the back of the parking lot when I realized my car keys were missing. Right as I was turning around to run back to the gym this deep, baritone voice came through the air, 'Hey there brave and stunning, I believe you dropped these on the way out from your strenuous workout.' I thanked him and before I knew it he was telling me how he had been watching me with admiration from another section of the gym. Being a 6'2" white male with a waist more narrow than my thigh, he told me how he could only dream of attaining the fitness and strength I had come to master. He couldn't stop talking about me and before long we had swapped phone numbers. He was practically begging me to go to dinner with him by the end of our conversation. I agreed, knowing this would be a perfect opportunity to steer someone to the more healthy lifestyle of intuitive eating."

Or the other: (possible NSFL)

 "Day 3312: I awoke sometime in the early afternoon. I'm not sleeping as well anymore, but can't get those damn size-ist doctors to realize I need a c-pap for my continuing health. I tried to roll over, a daily battle that I've grown used to. What was coming next was even worse... sitting up. Thankfully there was a 2 liter and a still-open bag of Cheetos within reach so I could fuel up for that endeavor."
 "I woke up sometime later. I must have overexerted myself before. This too is becoming more expected as time goes on. I still have no clue as to why though. I must not be eating enough. Upon trying to move I realized I was stuck to my mattress. It was the 2 liter from before. I must have passed out before finishing it, and had spilled it onto the bed. Such a waste, but I needed to order another dozen for the week anyways. On the upside, it should help neutralize the sweat, urine, and fecal smell the mattress and bedding have gathered over the past months. Another mystery to be looked into later, but I suspect it's my cats showing their affection."
 "The time had finally come. I could feel my insides churning from all my intuitive eating; it is a long process but they will adapt. I had, with admirable effort, gotten my boil-covered legs over the side of the bed. With my walker in front of me I could now stand up to make my way to the bathroom. I began rocking my voluptuous body back and forth to get up to hobble to the bathroom. It was on that final push, having gained enough momentum to lift myself from the bed, when that noise was heard again. Like a thunderous tearing of sheets it happens. I fell back into the bed in panic, but coincidentally my urge to use the bathroom had disappeared. The stickiness from before had also been replaced with a warm slickness. This was not unappreciated as it made it easier to slide back into bed. From then I spent the rest of the day in my now warm bed with my laptop resting on top of my tummy. Twitter is my only refuge from the patriarchy and the only place for those oppressed like me to gather and encourage each other to fight back and show others the more natural, healthful way to live."

[–] TrialsAndTribulation 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

Good. It's garbage anyway and it can't die soon enough.