Check out this fantastic Shakesville post on the weight evangelist Jamie Oliver, who "ends the premiere episode [of his new show] by crying because those goddamn fat ingrates don't appreciate him."

Thanks Melissa, for watching this garbage, so I don't have to.

Melissa plays some fat hate bingo, and I'm pretty sure she gets BINGO! for days:

...here's a quick summary: Headless fatties? Check. Enormous food stock footage? Check. OHNOES Obesity CrisisTM? Check. Being fat is ugly? Check. Fat people are lazy? Check. Fat people are stupid? Check. Fat people are sick? Check. DEATHFAT? Check. Mother-blaming for fat kids? Check. Fat as a moral failure? Check. Religious shaming of fat? Check. Fat people don't have "the tools" to not be fat? Check. Fat people need a skinny savior? Checkity-check-check!

I remember when I liked Jamie Oliver, when my mom bought me his book....long before he fat-suited it up. Little did I know he would be a mortal enemy.

Jamie Oliver, sacrificing his life so we might be forgiven our fat sins and given life anew. McEwan hits the nail on the head. He really does think he's skinny Jesus chef delivering us from evil.

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