The first two days at my new job are over, and while I couldn’t be happier about the position, I’m convinced that I signed up to be the ringmaster for a three ring circus and the moderator for Romper Room. The people who I directly work with seem to be fabulous people–everyone’s been helpful and welcoming. Well, except for the uber-ghetto broads; but they’re pretty much off in a corner anyway, so no one really hears from them except for the occasional “Ohmygoodnes, noyoudidn’t!!” or crazy loud gum pop.
Once I set foot outside of my assigned segment of cubicles, all hell breaks loose however. Never in my life have I seen so much inter-office flirting and f%*#ing, with people just spilling their business all over the place. I witnessed an arguement at lunch between two co workers who are screwing but both cheating on their significant others. Not even two hours later while I was on my vending machine Twizzlers run, I saw the same two outside holding hands all kissy faced. Welcome to Junior High.
But even with all of that going on, I’m still happy to be back at work, and I’m settling into the position pretty well, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now.
Today, on my way home I saw someone in an ambulance being transported to the hospital or something, but apparently it wasn’t an emergency because there were no lights flashing. The angle of the road allowed me to get a quick peek at who was inside and of course I was nosy and looked. Inside was someone who weighed 700 or 800 pounds easily. I looked again at the ambulance and realized that it was one of those special bariatric ambulances.
I can’t even lie, when I saw that person inside, my most immediate thought was “you wouldn’t be in that position if you didn’t put all the fuggin donuts to your mouth”. Yeah, I know that wasn’t right. However, as I was sitting at the stoplight, I got to thinking something admittedly very stereotypical and shallow…
I’ve seen the talk show episodes where people have had to literally get cut out of their houses and I’ve also seen the super gastric bypass shows on The Discovery Channel, etc. One thing I’ve seen only very rarely on those shows is black people.
It’s interesting to me that in general, as a culture we are more accepting of being non-skinny, but there seem to be so few cases of super extra obesity in our race. I mean, a chick with some meat on her bones tends to be the standard of sexy in our community. We’ve got lots of love for the church ladies, many of whom tend to be bigger than a lil bit, and we can be real quick to tell someone when they’re getting too skinny but hardly ever say anything when they get too heavy.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that because we don’t hear about Ms. Jenkins up the way getting cut out of her house to go have gastric bypass that means it doesn’t happen, and I’m in no way saying that we’re doing good on the weight scales either (umm, Mrs. Jenkins, say hello to Diabetes and Heart Disease), but hearing about morbid obesity in our community is quite rare.
Have you all noticed the same thing? What are your thoughts?? Get at me in the comments.