You Know How Kinda Fat Used To Be The Beauty Ideal Or Something? Well Okay But This Is Gross

When we used to work phone sex we had a guy who'd call up all sweaty and heavy-breathing and because you're supposed to try and keep them on the phone for as many $3.99 minutes as possible, we asked why he was breathing so hard and his reply was: "I'm really really really fat." (Ooooh, HOT!) His story was that his wife and him used to weigh about 250 pounds each, but when she started dieting she tied him to the bed and force fed him melted Phish Food through a funnel to the point that he now weighed 1,200. (Oh we just LOVE a guy with a little EXTRA!) Anyway, we always thought that was soooooo weird that he got off on that shit, until we read there was a whole country of people like him!

Centuries-old poems glorified women immobilized by fat, moving so slowly they seemed to stand still, unable to hoist themselves onto camels without the aid of men's willing hands. Girls as young as 5 and as old as 19 had to drink up to five gallons of fat-rich camel's or cow's milk daily, aiming for silvery stretch marks on their upper arms.
It gets grosser!
If a girl refused or vomited, the village weight-gain specialist might squeeze her foot between sticks, pull her ear, pinch her inner thigh, bend her finger backward or force her to drink her own vomit. In extreme cases, girls died.

Fuck! Anyway this is a public health crisis in Mauritania, as if the region needed any more of those, so we probably shouldn't have used it as an opportunity to tell you about ourselves again, but we're suffering from a little public health crisis known as Fourth Of July, so um deal.


In Mauritania, Seeking to End an Overfed Ideal
[NY Times]