Archive for January, 2013
The study is simple. See the abstract below. Study participants were shown one of four pictures of two women and two men (one “lean” and one “obese”) and then read a brief description of a crime (check fraud) and asked questions about the alleged criminal. Of 471 participants, the “lean” males most harshly judged the “obese” female indicating she was not only guilty but was or would continue to be a repeat offender. Skinny dudes harsh on fat chicks. Science says. But it doesn’t say why.
Two articles on the same data. And we haven’t heard the last of it.
A Yale University study determined that male jurors are more likely to find an suspect guilty when that suspect is a heavier woman, with thin male jurors the exhibiting the most pronounced bias:
The researchers corralled a group of 471 pretend peers of varying body…
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“Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”
― J.K. Rowling