Daisy in Chains Read Online Free Page B

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    I’m a larger than average but perfectly healthy woman and so far,today, I’ve been called Tubs, Nelly the Elephant and Fat Cow. It’s not even the middle of the afternoon. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been pushed, shoved, or abused by perfect strangers in the street, simply because of the way I look. In the queue at Asda, other shoppers look into my basket and sneer. A man asked me once if I was planning to eat it all myself. I have three kids, thanks very much, dickhead. You’re right, Beth, bigger women just don’t matter as much.
    MellSouth writes . . .
    A darker side of fat-shaming is to assume that fat women are easy. Because they look the way they do, they will sleep with anyone, they are grateful for the attention. They aren’t allowed to be particular, they have to take what they can get (and frequently do). Inappropriately touching a fat woman in a bar, grabbing her breasts or her bottom, will be viewed by all around as humorous. Either she was asking for it in the first place, or she should be grateful anyone wants to touch her at all. Fat women simply aren’t afforded the same protection by the law as their skinnier sisters.
    GazboGoon writes . . .
    Fat cows like you make me sick. Just stop eating so much and your problems will all vanish, daft bitch.
    Jezzer writes . . .
    Ever shagged a fat bird? Talk about fart and give us a clue. LOL.
    ‘Never read below the comments line.’
    ‘You’re right.’ Maggie closes the screen.
    ‘Do you think people buy this idea of the killings being a vendetta against fat women?’
    ‘No. Most of the stuff in the national press was a lot more sensible.’
    ‘Where?’
    Maggie flicks through her bookmarked articles. ‘This one. In the
Telegraph
.’
    Telegraph
Online, Wednesday, 15 October 2014
    FAT WAS NEVER THE ISSUE
    Dismayed by the hysterical outpourings surrounding Hamish Wolfe’s conviction last month, Sally Kelsey argues that the victims’ size was largely irrelevant.
    Since Hamish Wolfe started his prison sentence barely a day has gone by without an article decrying our habit of ‘fat-shaming’. ‘Justice for Fat Girls Too’, screamed one well-known blogger’s headline last week, as though Wolfe hadn’t just been handed a whole life tariff, effectively locking him away for the rest of his days. If justice can strike a heavier blow than that, I’m not aware of it.
    The police have been criticized for not catching him quickly enough, for not realizing when Zoe Sykes vanished back in June 2012, that there was a fat-slayer at work. Never mind that Zoe still hasn’t been found, that for days, weeks, even months after she was last seen she was still just listed as a missing person, the police should have known back then that something was up. They should have warned fat girls that they were in danger.
    The media have been accused of not taking the serial killer seriously enough, because he ‘only killed fat girls’. We’ve been accused of condoning the behaviour of the social media ‘low-lifes’ who trolled the victims’ Facebook pages and Twitter accounts, posting hateful comments about how they deserved what they got.
    These commentators, on both official and unofficial channels, are seriously missing the point.
    Hamish Wolfe wasn’t running a one-man campaign against fat women. He was too intelligent for that sort of nonsense. He was a killer and, like every other serial killer of our time, he had a victim type. Zoe, Jessie, Chloe and Myrtle rocked his boat. He liked them. Unfortunately for them he had a very warped way of showing it.
    There’s a lot of evidence, and much of it came up at his trial, that Hamish Wolfe had always had a bit of a thing for chubsters. Our size-obsessed society found it hard to believe, given his own Greek-god looks, but like them he did. (Don’t be fooled by press photographs of him with his reed-thin fiancée – some men are remarkably good at using their partners as smokescreens.) Wolfe