So I haven't posted anything in a while, and I've been feeling bad about it, but there was nothing that I really felt the need to talk about.
But then this happened.
So we were having family pizza night, all sitting on the couch watching tv, when this commercial comes on. Now in retrospect, I am wishing I paid attention to what the commercial was actually for, but it's a little late for that. Anyway, the commercial comes on and a girl in a pink dress walks out, and says a line that ends in the word 'fabulous', to which my brother very loudly replies "I think you mean fat-ulous." Now this girl was not fat, she was probably the same size as I am, and it doesn't matter anyway. So I turned to him and said "wow that's so rude" and he says "but it's a weight loss commercial" (it wasn't, I'm pretty sure it was cereal). And I respond "it doesn't matter, that girl is the same size as I am and it offends me that you think it's okay to say that," to which he replies, "you need to stop being so sensitive."
Well now I'm pissed. Do you know how many teenage girls develop eating disorder's because a boy calls them fat? Or how many girls commit suicide because bullies call them ugly? The thing is, he's been doing this our whole lives; openly pointing out women (and men) and calling them too fat or too ugly. In high school he decided that the dress code should change so that skinny people have different rules than fat people.
It's not okay to call someone fat or call someone ugly or call someone anything. It's just horrible that any of this happens at all. How did our society get to this point where we decided there was nothing wrong with pointing out things we don;t like about other people? And why don't we like them?
If someone gets offended by you calling them fat, it's not because they are sensitive, it's because you're an asshole. And it worries me that after all these years, a boy going to college still thinks it's okay to say bad things about people, around other people. I don't want to have a brother who is a douchebag. It disappoints me that I wasn't a good enough sister to teach him that one of the most important things in life is treat people fairly and kindly, and to accept people of all types, and not criticize or judge. I just don't understand how we have completely different outlooks on life, and why it's so hard for him to even try to understand mine.
