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Posted: August 15th, 2011 | Author: sizeoftheocean | Filed under: academia | No Comments »
Call for Papers
Tentative title: Queering Fat Embodiment
Type: Edited book
Submission deadline: January 15th, 2012
***DEADLINE EXTENDED TO 31 JANUARY 2012***
Contacts and editors:
Samantha Murray Samantha.email@example.com (Main contact)
Cat Pausé firstname.lastname@example.org
Jackie Wykes email@example.com
Against the backdrop of the ever-growing medicalisation and pathologisation of fatness, the field of Fat Studies has emerged in recent years to offer an interdisciplinary critical interrogation of the dominant medical models of health, to give voice to the lived experience of fat bodies, and to offer critical insights into, and investigations of, the ethico-political implications of the cultural meanings that have come to be attached to fat bodies. This focus on the regulation, discipline and representation of fat bodies make it critically invaluable to the advancement of scholarship on embodiment.
This edited collection seeks to publish recent scholarship that embraces ‘queering’ as a mode of critical engagement in examining fat embodiment. Queer is a heterogeneous and multidisciplinary practice aimed at ‘bringing forth’ and thus denaturalising the taken for granted, the invisible, the normalized. This collection seeks to challenge and destabilise existing ideas of fat and fat embodiment both outside of and within the emerging field of Fat Studies. This volume will bring together scholarship from various disciplines in order to examine the ways in which fat embodiment is lived, experienced, regulated and (re)produced across a range of cultural sites and contexts. In queering established ideas about fat bodies, and presenting challenging inquiries/inqueeries into these notions, this collection will represent an innovative and critically invaluable contribution to the advancement of scholarship on fatness, and indeed on embodiment more generally.
Topics may include but are not limited to:
• fat activism and embodiment
• fat mental and physical health
• queer(y)ing ‘hard data’ on fatness/obesity science
• queer(y)ing health policies related to fat
• cross-cultural or global constructions of fat bodies
• cultural, historical, or philosophical meanings of fat and fat bodies
• fat embodiment in literature, film, music, nonfiction, and the visual arts
• fat as queering sex, beauty, gender, and other embodied performances
• fat sexuality
• fat materialities
• fat and space
• fat and biopolitics
• fat and citizenship
• fat and neoliberalism
• fatness and consumption
Please note that we are already in the process of completing a proposal to submit to publishers, which we will complete based on the submissions we receive. We have had some preliminary interest from publishers, but as yet, we have not secured a contract.
Full paper submissions are due January 15, 2012. Articles should range between 15 and 20 double-spaced pages. Please send submissions, along with an abstract of your paper and a brief biographical sketch, directly to Samantha.firstname.lastname@example.org.
ETA: There’s been a few queries regarding what types of submissions we’re looking for. We’re happy to consider non-academic submissions which reflect on the lived experiences of fat embodiment, but they should be intellectually robust and engage with relevant literature.
Posted: August 4th, 2011 | Author: sizeoftheocean | Filed under: academia, aquaporko, fat politics, fun, personal | No Comments »
Well, it’s been a good long while. And this isn’t a ‘real’ post so much as a drive-by thank you to all the folks who came along to Cherchez La Femme on Tuesday night to talk about fat and feminism with us. Y’all were awesome and amazing, and it was great to have the opportunity for a public discussion about fat in such an open forum.
I’m also in awe of my co-panellists, Jenny, Elizabeth, and Lili, who were all incredibly articulate, generous, and damn funny to boot. And of course massive thanks to Karen, who put the whole evening together. It was a really fantastic night, and it’s reinvigorated my enthusiasm for fat activism and community.
I also wanted to post a few links to some resources for folks who might be new to fat acceptance (or just looking for new things to read).
First, some Melbourne fat groups you should check out:
Chub Republic - a newly formed group of rad fatties intent on changing the world through dance, fashion, and other joyful things. Check out our inaugural Fabulous Fatshion Extravaganza on Sunday 11 September.
Aquaporko Melbourne – a fat femme (and femme-friendly) synchronised swim team.
We also mentioned (and in some cases, forgot to mention) a bunch of books. These are a great place to start, but there’s plenty more out there. Omission from this list is in no way condemnation; it’s necessary to get this post up.:
Screw Inner Beauty: Lessons from the Fatosphere, Kate Harding & Marianne Kirby (You can also read “The Fantasy of Being Thin” on the Shapely Prose archive. Do it, it’s brilliant.)
Fat!So? Marilyn Wann
Revolting Bodies: The Struggle to Redefine Fat Identity, Kathleen LeBesco
Bodies Out of Bounds: Fatness and Transgression, edited by Kathleen LeBesco & Jana Evans Braziel
The Fat Studies Reader, edited by Esther Rothblum and Sondra Solovay
The ‘Fat’ Female Body, Samantha Murray
Health At Every Size, Linda Bacon
Big Big Love, Hanne Blanke (NB: A new edition is due out in September)
Fat & Proud, Charlotte Cooper
Also some blogs:
You should definitely read Elizabeth & Lili’s blogs (linked above), but there’s a whole big wide fatosphere out there. Here are a few places to get started (ditto with omissions here):
Two Whole Cakes
Fatshionista Flickr Pool
Notes from the Fatosphere feed (one of a number of fat-activists feeds)
Posted: April 10th, 2011 | Author: sizeoftheocean | Filed under: academia, fashion, fat politics, fun, personal | 8 Comments »
So, I’m in the USA. I’ve been here for 6 weeks now. I meant to write about it sooner. MUCH sooner. I meant to write before I even left, but, as usual, study/planning/life/tv watching got in the way. And then actual travel got in the way. But it’s been amazing. AMAZING.
I started in New York, where I met (and posed for) the incredible Substantia Jones of Adipositivity. I went to the Breaking Boundaries: Body Politics and the Dynamics of Difference at Sarah Lawrence University, where I met the famous Marilyn Wann, the fabulous Zoe and Arun, and one of my all-time academic heroes, the fantastically brilliant Katie LeBesco, and too many others to mention. I went to Re/Dress and found incredible vintage dresses (the amazing vintage Lane Bryant in this video). I got to meet the ferocious Tauret, who is incredibly sweet and wonderful and took me shopping at Forever 21 (I have a whole other post I want to write about fat girl retail in the US). I met Polianarchy and went to Rebel Cupcake and explored New York City and it was amazing.
I went to the University of Connecticuit in Storrs to look at the Mayer Collection of Fat Liberation in their archives. It’s an incredible collection of letters and materials from the early fat liberation movement. I also went to the Schlesinger Library at Harvard in Boston, where they have some more collections of early fat lib materials. At both archives I met other researchers who were looking at the same collections – fat grad students are taking over the world!
I also got to meet my long-time blogging hero, Lesley Kinzel, and hang out with some other Boston Fats, who were some of the most generous and welcoming people in the world. I went to Lafayette, Indianapolis and met Mychii, who is brilliant and driven and we had wonderful conversations about fat and fat studies and teaching and activism.
I went to Portland and got to meet Stacey Bias, who took me to a big fat queer cabaret. I’m currently in San Francisco, where I’ve spent time looking through Judy Freespirit‘s papers at the GLBT Historical Society, and hanging out with Marilyn Wann. I’m about to get ready to head over to Oakland to see the spectacular Ladymonster perform tonight, and tomorrow I’m off to Fatshion!…Turn to the left! before The Socialist arrives to spend my birthday week with me.
After that, I’m off to the PCA/ACA Conference, which has an awesome Fat Studies area. I get to meet Abby Lentz who does amazing fat girl yoga. And I get to meet Hanne Blank, whose book Big Big Love changed my life (keep an eye out for the new edition, which I think is coming out later this year. I also highly recommend her erotic!). And finally, I head back to NYC for the Fat Girl Flea.
In short: This is truly the Fatty Dream Tour (TM).
I’m not writing this just to name-drop (although I am completely thrilled to have met so many amazing people!).
I’m writing this because I’ve always been scared of travelling as a fat person – of the physical inconveniences, yes, (and there have been some), but mostly the social isolation. I didn’t do the youthful travel-as-right-of-passage for that reason (well, that and having no means to afford it). I’ve always had the fear – the expectation – of social rejection, of not fitting in, because of my fatness (and it’s not an unfounded expectation; there’s a long history and plenty of evidence). And while I’ve been friendly enough with my hostel roommates, I haven’t made any real connections that would be socially sustaining (which I’ve no doubt is partly a function of age and interest, as much as size and socialisation).
What has happened, though, is that I’ve found fat community on the other side of the world and felt immediately welcome, understood, and connected. I’ve had the audacity to ask people to spend time with me, and they have all, every single one of them, not only said yes, but gone out of their way to welcome and accomodate me.
What I find most remarkable is that this trip is happening – is motivated, enabled, and made so incredibly wonderful – not inspite of my being a fatty, but emphatically because of it.
To have grown up my whole life being bullied for my size, feeling isolated, unloveable, and unworthy because of my fat, to have never been able to fit in, it is truly remarkable to me that it’s the thing that has opened up whole new worlds of friendship, intellectual inquiry, love, and awesome adventure to me. It’s especially remarkable given the efforts of an increasingly fat-phobic society to convince everyone that fat people can’t have love or joy or mobility or excitement. This whole trip has been a big fuck you to that idea.
Posted: February 15th, 2011 | Author: sizeoftheocean | Filed under: academia, fat politics | Tags: lauren berlant, slow death | 5 Comments »
Yesterday I was re-reading Laurent Berlant‘s essay “Slow Death (Sovereignty, Obesity, Lateral Agency)”. I think it’s quite a brilliant essay, particularly the first half where Berlant critiques the idea of sovereignty as it is used to describe individual agency. Berlant’s argument revolves around the Foucauldian notion of biopower, that is:
“the power to make something live or to let it die, the power to regularize life, the authority to force living not just to happen but to endure and appear in particular ways [which are related to] the normatively framed general good life of a society” (p756).
One of the ways in which life in our late capitalist society is regularised is through the imperative of health (another is labour, another consumption). It’s worth noting that, as Berlant points out, the definition of ‘health’ under capitalism equates to ‘fitness for work,’ a concept warrants a great deal more elaboration than I’ll giving it here. In short, capitalism requires a ‘healthy’ population in order to secure a productive labour force.
The idea of health, the imperative to be healthy, to cultivate a healthy lifestyle, compels the population to certain behaviours – the regulation of diet and exercise, the consumption of products and services supposed to promote health, the allocation of time to particular healthful behaviours. Such behaviours are posited as individual choices that individual sovereign subjects can (should) make for their own betterment and happiness. Yet this elides the way that such ‘choices’ are compelled, and – this is Berlant’s concern in the second half of the essay – the ways that such choices are foreclosed by the very system which requires them.
The argument that emerges in this first part of Berlant’s essay is that the very notion of sovereignty is a neoliberal fiction.
That’s not to say the fiction should be done away with altogether – “some may want to continue using the concept because of the history of investment in it as a marker for the liberal sense of personal autonomy and freedom or because of the association of democracy with the legal protection of the body politic and subgroups within it” (Berlant 756). It is (currently) a politically useful, and even necessary, fiction: “legal and normative ghosts have precedential power, after all” (p757). It’s a fiction that is central to many of the aims of fat acceptance as a movement, and I think that’s important. But I still think it’s a fiction.
In the second part of the essay, Berlant enumerates the ways in which late capitalism wears out its labouring population, and here we find familiar arguments about increasingly sedentary lifestyles, the ease and affordability of fast food, the lack of access to fresh fruit and vegetables in poorer neighbourhoods, the spatio-temporal barriers to exercise, the comfort of eating, the horrific and life threatening consequences of obesity. To be clear, I don’t think Berlant is invoking these consequences to promote fat hatred, but rather in an attempt to connect her arguments about the everyday exploitation of capitalism with real-life consequences – the ‘slow death’ of the labouring population.
The thing is, such a connection is overly simplistic and does a disservice both to actual fat people and to the arguments against modern labour relations.
I’m almost too bored with the argument to bother saying that actual fat people have a wide variety of eating and exercise behaviours, just like non-fat people. That we eat out or eat at home or skip the gym or walk to the shops just like non-fat people. I actually don’t want to argue that eating and activity have no bearing on weight, but that to equate fatness simply with sedentary-ness and over-eating not only perpetuates fat stigma, but obscures the real stakes of her anti-capitalist argument.
The conditions of workers and consumers under late capitalism, the slow death of the labouring population, is important not because it (maybe) causes fatness, but because of the conditions of workers and consumers under late capitalism. Access to fresh, tasty, and nourishing food is important, not because a lack of access might contribute to increased weight, but because access to fresh, tasty, and nourishing food is important. Addressing the lack of time, space, and energy left to exercise is important not because being sedentary might make people fat, but because addressing the lack of time, space, and energy left to exercise is important.
These things are all extremely important issues in and of themselves. There is no need to co-opt the ‘plight of the obese’ to make them matter, and doing so damages both sides of the argument. I find this is a common problem with otherwise excellent critical work on fat done outside of fat studies. What’s more, in talking about fat people as an abstract category, it misses the complicity of this approach with the frequent violence done to actual fat people.
Posted: December 9th, 2010 | Author: sizeoftheocean | Filed under: academia, aquaporko, fashion, personal, sex and romance | 16 Comments »
So, um, hello again. It’s been a while. A long while, actually. Sorry about that. I’ve been super-busy. It’s been (mostly) amazing, but also exhausting. A lot of things have happened. My first time teaching (amazing! terrifying! fun!). The fat studies conference (completely incredible!). Stuff and nonsense of all sorts. I’ve had lots of thinky thoughts but no time to write them down, which means they get all kind of bottle-necked and jammed up and then when I finally do get a moment, it takes a while to untangle the ideas and lay them out in ways that make sense. This post will be long and probably not very neat or coherent as I try to fit all these ideas together.
Something that I’ve been thinking about a lot over the last few months is cultural capital. Partly because it got a fair bit of play in the subject I was teaching, but also because it’s highly relevant to both my research and to certain events in my personal life.
The idea of cultural capital comes from French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu, who wrote a lot about class, taste, and social distinction. Cultural capital is closely related to the idea of habitus – roughly, the idea that not only tastes, but also behaviours, comportment, and bodily styles are a product of social and economic class. One of Bourdieu’s most oft-quoted lines is:
“taste classifies, and it classifies the classifier”
In other words, what you like says something about who you are. By declaring a fondness for, say, vintage sundresses, I’m not only affirming said frocks as beautiful and valuable objects, but identifying myself as a particular type or person – alternative, but probably not too threatening; quirky in a whimsical way; indie but not rebellious. I’m not saying that every girl in a vintage sundress fits the same mould, but that dressing in a particular style will identify me as a particular kind of person and associate me with particular attributes and ideals. That is, if I can even find a vintage sundress that fits.
Which brings me to one way that cultural capital relates to fat. Fat bodies lack cultural capital. We’re devalued, othered, and outcast. We’re desexualised, unfashionable, and made to bear the burden of failed citizenship. We’re excluded from participation in clothing cultures through sheer lack of options which accommodate our bodies (although this is, fortunately, changing). Being excluded from being able to dress in a particular way has significant implications for participation in the rest of the world – in work, in leisure, in exercise, in social activities. If I can’t find an appropriate outfit to wear to a job interview, I appear unprofessional and don’t get the job. If I can’t find comfortable clothes to exercise in, it makes it harder to go to the gym. If I can’t find bathers that fit, how can I join in with the fabulousness that is Aquaporko‘s fat femme (and femme-friendly) synchronised swimming? (But find a way because it is AWESOME!). If I can’t find a cute vintage sundress, then what the fuck am I going to wear to hang out with my friends at whichever laneway bar we’re frequenting this week? Even if I do manage to find a cute vintage sundress that fits (which is getting easier, thanks to uppity fats demanding fatshions, the internet and the relentless need of capitalism to always expand its markets), my body already classifies me as different. I’m too big and too awkward and too solid for the whimsical femininity such a frock might attempt to reference. Not only are fat bodies largely excluded from particular styles of dress, the presence of “too much” fat changes the meaning of those styles which are available. Because no matter what I’m wearing, I am still a visual interloper. The visible, visceral difference between me and them remains an obstacle to participation in this particular bit of life.
For some people the answer might be not to care what anyone else thinks, that it’s what’s inside, etc, etc. Personally, I think that particular argument is so loaded down with neoliberal individualism that it exhausts me beyond words.
Being able to fit matters not only because I do care what people think, but because dressing in a particular style and going to particular places and participating in a particular form of cultural life of my city (ILU, Melbourne!) is important to my identity, is a part of who I am, is how I make myself in the world.
My concern with cultural capital isn’t only about fat. Growing up, I was one of the least popular kids in school. I was picked on for being different – for being fat, yes, but also for being poor, for dressing differently, for eating strange food, for having a dark-skinned father, for being excruciatingly shy to the point where sometimes I literally could not speak. At one point in early high school, my best friend decided to stop speaking to me and the rest of the group followed her lead. I had no friends for several months until we reconciled. Traumatic times.
So when I say that I’ve had a background obsession with fitting in, with understanding and cultivating cultural capital for most of my life, I’m not exaggerating. Not that I’ve been particularly successful in cultivating this capital, more that I’ve been acutely aware of my lack of success. I’ve always known that my body (and my economic status, and my social inelegance) excludes me from not only certain fashions, but certain identities – hipster, for example, was never an option despite my “obsessive, often self-deluded, pursuit of inner-city cool” and aforementioned penchant for laneway bars.
Given my history, one of the things that never ceases to amaze me about my adult life is that I have a surprisingly large number of excellent friends. From long-term, intimate friendships to drinking buddies, I’ve somehow become…popular? I have a pretty full social calendar, anyway, and a sense that I’m incredibly lucky to be so well loved. Which is not to say that my adult social life has been without challenges. I’ve lost friends who’ve drifted away or fallen out or gotten involved and never been heard from again (where are you, S?). Being chronically single for most of my life was also challenging. There’s a huge amount of social (not to mention economic) capital which goes with being partnered, especially for women. Knowing how little sexual capital fat people generally have didn’t help, despite my sound disdain for compulsory heteronormative coupling and a biting analysis of the damage done by the dominance of romantic mythology. (I have a whole other post brewing on why sexual desire and desirability matters and is a valid grounds for fat activism.)
When I started dating The Socialist a year-and-a-half ago, I was painfully aware of his lack of cultural capital. On our second date we went out for brunch, and was astonished to see avocado on toast on the menu as a breakfast food, thus demonstrating to me beyond all doubt an unforgivable lack of sophistication. Fortunately, he’s an open-minded and adventurous type who ordered the damn avocado (and enjoyed it). A year and a half later, he’s still not very sophisticated. He doesn’t wear trackies to parties anymore, but he still says the wrong thing at the wrong time. He can be painfully awkward in group situations and he doesn’t always pick up on social cues. He doesn’t get irony and sarcasm. But he is undeniably good-hearted and loving and generous, and still willing to go on just about any adventure I can concoct, and makes me happy in the most ridiculous ways.
When we first started dating, I wasn’t sure what to do. For the longest time I was conflicted. I would warn people of his awkwardness, his lack of cool, in advance of introducing him. Trying to manage the potential impact. An old friend once described this sort of thing as “trying to cover your ass while saving face”. It’s a tricky manoeuvre. I was afraid that by associating so intimately with someone who not only didn’t have, but didn’t care about the cultural capital I had worked so hard to cultivate, I’d loose what little I had. I was afraid that my friends would reject him and in doing so, reject me. After the trauma of highschool, it was the worst thing I could imagine.
Well, the worst thing I could imagine is actually what happened. We’ve been effectively ostracised by one group of friends; him directly, me by association. And it turns out, it’s not that bad.
It’s hard to say why without reducing it to the same individualist narrative that I find and misleading and useless. It’s not because I suddenly stopped caring about cultural capital (I certainly didn’t), or because romantic love is the most important thing (it’s definitely not, and if the rest of my friends weren’t saying how lovely they think The Socialist is, I’d be writing a very different post). I think partly it’s ok because I was always on the edges of that particular group anyway. I didn’t have the history (one of the things about having moved cities several times is that other people will always have been around longer than me), or the indie music credentials, or access to quite the right kinds of clothes, or the ironic sense of disregard for the impact my words might have on others. And while I still care about those things (well, not that last one), there’s some small pressure that’s dissipated.
Mostly, though, I think it’s about you. Fat community. The blogs and the twitters, and the fat studies conference and aquaporko and hanging out at hipster bars with other rad fatties. With changing the context and the meaning of fat, even if only in little corners of the world (at a time). With the ways that we’re making spaces both on and offline where fat bodies are normalised and valued. It’s what we do when we write and talk and swim and dress up and dress down and move and sit and eat and hang out and offer support and make theory and tell our stories.
And what we do is fucking amazing.