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I have always avoided getting a season pass to the amusement park where every ride rolls over Debra Dickerson’s computer keyboard...again and again. I even felt a little sorry for her when one reader responded to one of her columns by simply stating: “Please stop writing.”.
I don’t wish that Ms. Dickerson stop writing, I just would like her (and her editors) to consider that she not write for anything that ‘people’ read.
Maybe those 99 cent down market greeting cards or the back of small bags of flavored corn-chips where you are lectured on how “extreme” the taste you’re about to experience will be. Yes, she can write all she wants there.
So as others have made clear, a big butt does not equal ‘fat’. Any mook can see ‘Ms. The Body’ is not fat. Spread what she has out all over her body and you’d think she was average or even slim. But her...”butt” seems to attract most of her weight gain. This physiological dynamic may...shift over time as she ages and of course, a bad diet is a bad diet no matter what your age or body type.
But to state that “lad-mag” models or in this case, ‘homie-mag’ models, predominately black and hispanic are bloated cows and heart attacks waiting to happen is just silly, ignorant, or just provocative to be provocative as the author may have little of actual substance to write about.
One presumptuous possibility?
That Ms. Dickerson is actually blind and thanks to technology can ‘read’ and write. But when it comes to ‘clokin’ tha’ sistas’ in “King” or “Smooth” or my favorite “Show” magazine, she asked her husband what they look like. He said, “yucky...too fat” (Why? Different cultural standards of beauty perhaps?). And that was all she (did) write.
Me? I’m off to day of loitering in front of Lane Bryant with a ‘Case of White Castles’ in hand.
