I’m not a big fan of the term “fat shaming” because it’s a word women who call themselves feminists use alongside the word “objectifying.” (Which I really hate, because let’s face it, a lot of women are willingly objectified for pay and it’s called commercialism, not rape.)
If I was a hairy-pitted, Tom’s Deodorant-using hippie who just happened to catch the latest episode of Kourtney and Kim Take Miami down at the Y, I’d go on about how everybody examines Khloe’s cellulite under a microscope but nobody talks about Rob Kardashian’s weight gain because he’s a man. (Really I just want to make fun of him.)
“It’s crazy how this whole year, my whole relationship has only been like, negative. All I did was gain like f*ucking 40 pounds and lose like, so much money. I’m so insecure, I weigh like 215 pounds … this is not me,” Rob told his sisters in the episode “2 Klose 4 Komfort.”
Man, I wouldn’t touch that muffin top with Kris Jenner’s dick. Or Bruce Jenner’s vagina.
