Fat Monica
I may be, with this post, reaching the nadir of lame blogging. Because I'm actually writing about a TV show that has been off the air for years. When it was on the air, I didn't have a blog. So now I'm trying very hard to think of a reason to write about a rerun. I guess since Lindsey wrote about Roseanne the other day I don't feel so bad about a brief discussion of Friends.
I've seen every episode of Friends that ever aired. It was one of those shows that was uniquely timed with my life--much like A Different World. The sextet on Friends was the same age as me, facing the same life choices and circumstances. I related to them on one level and fantasized about their life, about the way TV has of blunting the rough edges of reality. So I like the show, and I don't mean to be too harsh.
But I could honestly do without the "Fat Monica" episodes. Each and every last one of them are horrible. Watching Courtney Cox Arquette prance around in
I can't honestly say if I'm more bothered by the fact that Fat Monica is such a one note character or the fact that I've secretly feared for many years that "Fat Monica" was how all skim people view a fat woman like me. I spent a lot of years not going to parties because I didn't want people to see me eating and jump to the conclusion that eating was all I did. I've largely gotten over that. I eat at parties now (as all those at Ivy's can attest. I no longer care if someone sees me checking out at the supermarket with two pints of ice cream in my cart.
But whenever Fat Monica shows up on TNT or Fox or TBS I get a little bit skinked all over again.
posted by Kat Coble @ 3:07 PM
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5 Comments:
I never like Fat Monica, either.
I think some people do have that twisted point of view, but I think that most of them work in the entertainment industry in either Hollywood or NYC. Most normal people either have their own battles with weight or have close friends and family who do, and know through experience that fat can sometimes find its way to hips, thighs and bellies if you even look at food wrong, or can hang on for dear life quite effectively even in the face of careful diet adjustments and sincere attempts at exercise.
Dang, I thought this was going to be a Clinton-bashing post . . .
But I agree with your assessment of the Fat Monica episodes of Friends; they were quite possibly in the "jumping the shark" genre, and were over-the-top caricatures.
I've seen your very hot and devoted hubby.
I'd say you got the last laugh.
Loonytick, I think you hit the nail on the head.
Ned, I'm sorry to disappoint. And yes, "caricatures" is the right word--even though I can't spell it.
Sharon, between you and B. and Ivy I'm never going to be able to hold on to that hot and devoted dude. All y'all scopin' him out all the time!
Admittedly, your hubby is easy on the eyes. But you are equally beautiful, Kat! I should be the very last person to judge someone on their looks, but in an uncanny act of freakdom, I told Ivy YESTERDAY how pretty I thought you were.
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