Southwest Airlines and ‘Fat Privilege’

by
Auntie Vaquser

I don’t mind air travel, but I do mind what’s been done to it. What was once an exciting adventure in the previous century has evolved into a cluster **** of systemic inconveniences. Wait times, canceled flights, and the risk that your “vaccinated” pilot might drop dead after takeoff. Oh, and the TSA!

There is no shortage of problems that need solving, so Southwest Airlines, attuned as they are to systemic failures and customer concerns, has decided to give away free seats to people who are too big to fit in just one.

A decision that, as David Strom points out at HotAir,  “is good for those (oversized) people and great for the unlucky middle seaters who would have been squeezed by a neighbor whose body encroached into their personal space.” At the same time, the cost burden of lost fares will ultimately be borne by every passenger. All of which you can explore here, but you’d be right to wonder how long it will be before someone who is not calorically challenged or burdened with some sort of systemic disorder claims fat privilege to get a free extra seat.

Aircraft cabins are cramped and stuffed with the unwashed masses (unless you can afford First Class). Our culture has also embraced, mostly for ill, the idea that any one of us can pretend to be things we are not, and everyone else has to play along. Men can claim to be women. Old men can claim to be young women. Democrats can pretend to care about women. Why not claim to be obese (at least in your mind) and scream discrimination when Southwest is less than enthusiastic about giving you a free second seat?

Are you not as entitled to just as much elbow room despite your lack of girth as someone who is “super fat” (a term coined by fat activist Jae-lynn Chaney)?

Stroll your scrawny white beta male ass up to the counter and demand to be treated like an obese woman of color. Two seats for the price of one, and don’t you dare tell me I’m not what I think I am even though I might be something else tomorrow (meaning anything but a mental patient). That’s where we are. To suggest otherwise is to discriminate against the foundations of the worldview that justifies grown men sharing locker rooms with little girls.

 

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  • Auntie Vaquser

    I was a Lying Dog-Faced Pony Soldier. Then I was a Browncoat fighting the tyranny of the Covidists and their Public Health Tyranny Alliance (Among other things). Now I'm just Auntie Vaquser.

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