So, for those who look at this comic and don’t understand a word of it – there’s a story now, spreading like wildfire about director Kevin Smith having been basically booted off a plane for being too large for the seat he was in. Now, regardless of whether you love or hate Kevin (and obviously, after the last time I mentioned him – there are some folks that feel pretty strongly in both directions) – being booted off a plane because of your size is fucking terrible. Now, to me – the hardest thing is thinking of how I would react if they told my partner he couldn’t stay on a plane because he was too big and it caused a ‘safety risk’ for him to be there. I know, I know – a lot of places make it open knowledge that if you’re too large to fit in one seat, you have to buy a second – but we’re a country of fat people for the most part. Very few of our citizens are the “MTV standard”. So maybe the time has come to actually think about making some plus size seating. And when you really think about it – I have some friends who are over 6’7” and they have to technically buy two seats due to their size for comfort. There’s something wrong with that.
Kevin talks about the whole story in his newest “SModcast” – which was basically just a running dialogue as he goes on a tirade and tells the entire story. I recommend giving it a listen – as his wife does her best to get him back on track when he starts to trail off. But as we’ve already established, I enjoy this kind of thing – because it covers the two things in my life that I know will always be there…
- Chubs. I don’t foresee a planet full of thin-people in my lifetime.
- Drama. Fucking can’t get enough of it. Unless it involves me. Then, it’s fucking gay (I’m looking at you, “David”)
Which I suppose is why so much of my time these days will be spent on beardrama.com… But to end my little tirade here about this topic – Southwest is now dead to me. Every time I’ve gotten on a plane, I dreamed of getting that seat between two heavyset dudes who I can’t help buy rub up against as their bellies protrude over the armrests and settle on my sides. Lightly caressing their sides with my elbows and maybe even “falling asleep” and accidently finding my face nestled on top of a moob. *sigh* Oh, to dream.
In other news – I’ve finally corrected an issue with paypal that may well have been causing donations by any folks who were kindly enough to throw them my way to be bounced back. It’s always amusing when you realize there is an issue with something that you didn’t know there was an issue with! One more opportunity to actually get paid for doing something that I love done get fucked up! Ah well!