As many of you know, I love movies. I watch a lot of them, because I love them so much. Movie channels, DVDs, I love a good movie.
The other day, I was flipping channels when I ran across the start of The Thin Man. I love the whole series. After all, it features a pair of hard-drinking socialites who solve crimes in their spare time. Plus Asta rules! What’s not to love?
Well, there was this interesting bit of dialogue concerning the mortal remains of a gentleman that had just been discovered:
He must have weighed 250 pounds if he weighed an ounce.
Here’s something. (Hands cane to Nick)
Rubber-tipped. Must have been lame.
Who wouldn’t be, carrying all that weight around?
Admittedly, it had been a very long time since I’d seen the film, but I kind of wonder why that never stood out to me before, when I’ve known people all my life who are both fatter than that and very physically active. I’ve been fatter than that (at five-foot-two, no less!) and physically active. The only person I know under the age of seventy who uses a cane does so not because he’s fat (though he happens to be), but because he blew out his kneecap many years ago while dancing at a Victorian ball (and weighing more than 250 pounds)whereupon his doctors mismanaged the injury badly. And you can’t even make a case for the incredible strain on his knee from all that weight being a factor since he’d had bad knees from childhood. Bad knees run in his family. Fat or thin, they all have problems with their knees.
Again, it just goes to prove that most people have no idea what any specific level of fat looks like. What’s more, they never did…but they’ve made a lot of assumptions about health based on misguided ideas about what fat looks like.
Nothing new under the sun. Sigh.