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[fflo]

This morning Loved One A writes that Loved One A is trying to talk Loved One B into "the lap-binding procedure instead of gastric bypass."

I hopped on the e-mail to Loved One B so fast there may have been smoke coming from where my fingers were hitting the keyboard.

I'm pretty sure Loved One B is not going to agree to mutilation. But not sure enough not to set aside Other Things There to get my arse right on it.

Plus Loved One B had just been touchingly loving earlier.

Shit is so complicated sometimes.

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[peteralway.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm both angry and drunk, and not constructing great arguments.

For angry and drunk you are bringing up worthy points and constructing cogent arguments.

I would argue them, probably with less vigor than you, to someone indimated to me that they were considering such surgery. I would refrain from arguing them to someone who has undergone such surgery.

I'd also like to clarify that my comment was arguing that there is a difference between a young person pressured personally from all sides to have this done, and a middle-aged adult immersed in a culture that is weight-obsessed, but still shows ambivalence to these surgical measures.

You have convinced me that the difference may be smaller than I thought, but there is a difference.

But believe me, I appreciate your argument that it is hard to live in a culture where people who look like me are considered defective.

Frankly if it were nothing more than Russian roulette, with five chambers with the magic bullet of no longer being deemed defective, and one chamber with a lead bullet for an easy exit, no complications, well, hand me the pistol.

I don't believe that's the real nature of the game. I don't believe weight loss would suddenly render me no-longer-defective in the eyes of this culture (Hell, just insisting on living without cats, dogs, or gods pretty much eliminates me from consideration by at least 95% of women). I think the side effects of a successful result are gruesome, let alone the unsuccessful side effect. But it would be my choice to take foolish risks to live up to the culture's expectations. My culture is my world, and I cannot escape it. Just as one has a right to rebel against it, one has the right to aquiesce.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I hear you, Peter. Agreed, on that last line. Bummer on the pistol game, but hardly a shock; I'da pulled that trigger pretty much any time up until not so very long ago, and there are still days now I might.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

What.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

What what.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

What what what.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Exactamundo.