BMI demystified

Kate of Shapely Prose put together a Flickr slideshow illustrating the difference between underweight, normal, overweight and obese according to BMI standards, and just like that I started feeling better about my weight. I mean, it’s one thing to suspect that BMI is a crock of crap; it’s another to see a woman with a healthy-looking figure and see the word “overweight” above her picture. And here I’d been feeling all bad about myself for being overweight. Fuck that, is what I say. The so-called overweight women in the pictures? They look great. Normal. Kind of like how I want to look. (The difference is that they have not spent the last few days wearing the same pair of sweats and a really unflattering Threadless tee shirt because they have cramps and are sulking about it.)

Speaking of sulking! I got interviewed by a woman from Willamette Week (one of Portland’s alternative weekly newspapers) for an article she was doing about the Portland craft scene. She talked to me for about an hour, and seemed to be taking notes of some sort. There were lots of questions about feminism, which I gamely answered, but – dude, I’m a feminist, but I do not have a ready spiel about the socio-political ramifications of the craft fair. Still, I talked, as I am known to do, and afterward freaked right the hell out about all the stupid things that came out of my mouth. But hey, I needn’t have worried: the article came out today, and I got two wee little quotes. Two wee little quotes and no mention of my craft business name or URL. Just, “makes handmade plush toys out of her home” and “a graphic designer who also makes plush toys on the side.” EVERY other woman in the article had her business mentioned by name. Almost everyone got a link. But I? I got nothing. Thanks, Willamette Week! (It is sort of cool to be quoted in an article, don’t get me wrong. But it would have been nice if, oh, people could actually click something to visit the Cranky Pals site. Like that. See how easy that was?) 

Oh well. I guess I’ll have to achieve worldwide fame and everlasting celebrity some other way.

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  1. Good for you, realizing the BMI stuff is crap. I’m about 30 pounds overweight, if you believe it. My husband sees my ribs through my skin and wonders where they expect me to lose the weight from.

    And when I have the Little Bit I’m SO getting him a cranky pal for his very own. I just have to save up for the pesky things like car seats and diapers first…


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