Do you think men marry fat women for "very specific reasons"?

[MatureDJ]

I was reading this, and it got me interested:

https://theestablishment.co/my-frie...ir-guts-cut-open-than-be-like-me-95a33a96d400

The first time it happened, it was my mother. What perfect betrayal, like burning down the house where I was born. She grew tired in secret of the long, curved line of her belly, pendant in sweatpants and spreading over her lap when she sat. She hated huffing and puffing up the stairs, and she worried she’d become diabetic. So she underwent a radical form of weight loss surgery that eliminated over half of her gut — and taught me a powerful lesson in how intolerable it was to be like me.

She laughed and went under the knife at 4’11” and 285 pounds, nearly as wide as she was tall.

Men often marry fat women for very specific reasons. Conditions change and those men split like bananas.

I wonder what was meant by this. The only reason I can come up with is that much like the old adage about buying a home in the far out exurbs because the homes get cheaper as you drive away from the city center - i.e., "drive until you qualify" - a man decides to marry a fatty of a certain morbidity because basically he has failed to attract a less obese woman, and his fat wife is the first one that found him attractive. Could there be some other reason I'm not getting?

And as for these men she is talking about splitting like a "banana", could it be that these men are actively looking to upgrade poontang, and when one that is less fat is secured, these men bail on the fatter one?

Anyway, continuing on:

I’ll be polite to my fellow fatties when they fall prey to the pressure; I understand what they’re going through. Thin people talking diets fill me up with liquid murder. I cannot abide their careful warding, hanging up knots of garlic and crossing themselves three times when they see me coming. I will not listen to their terrified superstition or their smug pseudoscience when they tell me again and again what they are willing to go through rather than become like me.

When their talk rolls around to calories and their moral obligation to hate themselves, I typically spread out as wide as I can. I can expand like a jellyfish; it is a particular advantage of the very fat. I conform to the shape of my container like a water balloon. Displaying maximum width, I’ll eat anything I can get my hands on while they talk. On one notable occasion I shut down a discussion on the evils of white rice by calmly eating a trick-or-treating sized bag of mini Snickers while nodding my fat head to show I understood.

They get the surgery and they cross over to the other side. Many of them have been self-accepting, even fat-positive. They came through hell to love themselves and live in their bodies without apologizing. But they’ve gotten tired of haunting the gym. They get tired of people lecturing and begging. They get tired of men at the bar shouting “man the harpoons.” They get tired of their seatmates on airplanes asking to be moved. They get tired of hearing they were too fat to ****, or that this dress does not come in that size.

I detect in this obviously grotesquely obese author a visceral hatred of anyone that is in proper shape. I could even see this person committing cannibalism on a slender person out of both hate and pathological hunger.

 

[bigneil]

Yes, men marry fat women for very specific reasons.

Namely these men are broke and unattractive.