The Biggest Loser and the beauty of fat fellowship
Writing by sharpster on Monday, 11 of February , 2008 at 12:42 pm
I watch The Biggest Loser on Tuesday nights whenever there isn’t a new episode of House on. Actually, that’s a lie; I watch the second half of The Biggest Loser on Monday nights; House is only an hour long and an episode of House that I’ve already seen is almost always better than watching people run on treadmills and chew Extra gum for two hours.
But The Biggest Loser does have its charms. Being a show about overweight people exercising, there’s always some crazy twist or ….plot? ..development to keep the audience interested. The other week they stuck chocolates in front of the contestants’ faces to see if they would eat any. I’m waiting for the episode where the producers drop the contestants in the desert and make them choose between dying from exposure and indulging their craving for banana splits.
Ridiculous entertainment aside, the best part about The Biggest Loser is the fat community that exists at the workout/torture/mind game camp. When else has anyone on that show been in a group entirely comprised of obese to morbidly obese people? Before, if one of the contestants was sitting at the public library and screamed “I WANT A CHEESE STEAK,” all the other people at the library would shake their heads, maybe even suggest the person find a treadmill and a bowl of lettuce, stat. But at Biggest Loser Penitentiary if someone screams, “I WANT A KEG OF BEEFARONI”, someone else jumps up and screams, “I WANT TWO KEGS OF BEEFARONI.”
I think this fat fellowship, even in the fucked up fat person eat fat person world of The Biggest Loser, is one of the best ways to lose weight. It must be nice to be accepted for who you are instead of having people slide a protective arm around their food when you walk into the room.
(image flickred by jslander)
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Comment by Tim
Made Monday, 11 of February , 2008 at 1:28 pm
I suppose thats a good point, but it kind of reminds of a few weeks ago when Britney Spear’s parents decided Dr. Phil was the best person to handle her “mental issues.” We have far too much faith in television these days.
