I’m a fan of controversy, I live for it. I bathe in the muck of righteous indignation and moral outrage. Give me a scandal and I’ll give you a massive, throbbing hate-erection. I’ve always had a certain respect for people who are able to take this little indignant seed that lives in all our bellies and cultivate it into a great, twist, painful plant, that takes roots in our intestines and grows our through our nostrils.
Another day of Janathon is upon us but my story for today starts last night. As I lay in bed last night, feeling like I was on my death bed, for some reason I found myself watching Katie Hopkins “My Fat Story”. Now, I’m not a fan of this woman at all but seeing as it is Janathon, I thought I would have a look. I think she is rude and engages her mouth before her brain, but on the issue of obesity, she has a point and a valid one at that. “Eat less, move more” is her simple concept to tackle an over-weight population of Britain and beyond. I won’t go too much into the show in case you haven’t seen it yet but all I will reveal is that when she tries to talk to “fat” people, she gets shut down every time. At one point, a woman who invited her to take part in a debate, accuses her of a hate-crimes against fat people, all because she pointed out the obvious, these women were overweight and putting their health at risk.