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Experience with American Airlines

July 21, 2009
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So, I made it to my destination. 

The first leg of the trip was uneventful, except for when I realized that I was at the wrong terminal for my connecting flight.  I had to get on a sky-train and go to another terminal and arrived just in time for boarding.  I’d mis-read my boarding pass and thought we’d be boarding at the printed time, so I was in a hurry because I thought I was running late. Who am I to think they’d start boarding 20 minutes after the fact?  Once I realized there was no need to be running through the airport, I slowed it down, got a coffee and took my time. 

I have no problem with using the people mover/horizontalator thing (as opposed to “escalator”) rather than walking.  But one thing I wonder is why people walk on them when the whole point of using them is so that you don’t have to walk.  Then, they get mad because you’re using it the way it’s supposed to be utilized, by standing still and letting it move you.    Sometimes there are stairs next to escalators, and sometimes there aren’t.  In the latter case, I can see why some people would  use escalators as stairs rather than standing still.  But not on horizontal people movers because you have all this un-moving floor space to walk on while the people mover is, maybe, 5′ wide.  Save it for those who don’t want to walk!  I hate humans.

So, I board and since my companion wasn’t there another person was seated next to me.  He was a man, bald, in a suit and traveling with a woman and a young boy.  He held what I assume was a laptop bag on his lap and never buckled up. I ignored him until right before take-off when he moved to the row behind us, which was empty.  Good, now I had a whole row to myself.  I’d also slipped my seatbelt extender from the first flight into my carry-on so I wouldn’t have to ask for another.  I got on the plane, buckled up and ready to go in less than 5 minutes.  Also, I kept my seatbelt extender for use on the way back. It’s not like I’m stealing it because I’ll leave it on the last plane once I am home.  I just want to keep it to speed up my boarding process.

My ride from the airport met me at baggage claim and we were out of there in 10 minutes.  It was a good flight and I hope my return trip goes just as well.


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Uppity Fat Chick takes a trip

July 15, 2009
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I’m leaving on jetplane.

This is not my first flight since Southwest Airlines-the ring leader in instituting fat phobic policies requiring passengers of size to purchase an extra seat-offended fat people everywhere and other airlines followed with similar policies. I will be flying on American Airlines because I was unable to locate a specific policy that blatantly discriminated against fat people. If there is one such policy, I won’t be surprised.

My flight leaves at 1:40 and I plan to be at the airport by 12 noon so as to make other arrangements if I should find myself the subject of discrimination. I do know that I will need a seatbelt extender, and since my travel companion will not be in the seat next to me due to an emergency situation (Court. They plan to catch a later flight.) I might have the whole row to myself.

I will blog about how it goes once I arrive at my destination.

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Who is Uppity Fat Chick

July 14, 2009
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I am fat.

I am not rubenesque, zaftig, voluptuous, pleasingly plump, fluffy, thick, big-boned, full-figured, or even a “BBW“. I have nothing against women who use these words to describe their bodies, but I am not any of the euphemisms that many fat woman adopt to portray themselves as personable to others. I carry my weight exceptionally well but I am still fat. I believe that sugar-coating my fatness with a euphemism puts too much focus on my body. I am a woman of many talents who just happens to be fat and being fat is not all that encompasses me. The other words are crutches that I don’t need.

When someone thinks they’re insulting me, they don’t scream, “YOU PLEASINGLY PLUMP, BITCH!” No, they call me a fat bitch.

I enjoy a multitude of activities that someone my size socially should not. I love to walk, and sometimes I even break into a jog. Swimming is a joy and I have no shame in putting on a suit to do something that pleases me. I dance-belly, and hip hop styles-and while I’ve matured from my club-hopping days I’ll tear up a dance floor at any given chance. My size has nothing to do with my activity level.

So why should it matter to anyone else? The fact is that it does. Society and the medical world has erroneously burned into most people’s minds that fat people are not acceptable, that we are the image of laziness and sloth, undeserving of full and happy lives. It’s society’s double-standard: fat people have no right swimming, dancing or partaking in activities that require confidence and promote health, nor do we have any right to be fat.

So which is it? Can our activities reflect a healthy lifestyle without our bodies being a factor? Of course it can, and my belief in this is what makes me uppity. How dare I believe that my large thighs and fleshy mid-section have no bearing on who I am and what I can achieve! What nerve I have to not be a fat woman who is the image of what most people think fat women should be-dumpy, sad, lonely, socially inept, or just down right pathetic.

I am Uppity Fat Chick and this is my blog. It will be a body positive, sex positive, fat friendly, feminist, diversely receptive space to air out my complaints with a fat phobic, size zero obsessed, male dominated world.


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