Y’all have probably noticed your pal Plummy has been getting some press as one of the new “fatshionistas”. Renata Espinosa over at the Daily Beast wrote an excellent article and within a week I got mentions in New York Magazine, Australian Cosmo and other places where, with rare exception, fat is a four letter word. And it’s been great. I’m thrilled. Just one question:
Can I just be a fashionista now?
It’s like my grandfather: he’s a good man, he’s Spencer Tracy at the end of the movie, yet every time he goes to the medical center he talks about his Lady Doctor. Lady Doctor. Now, my grandfather –who swore to me he had his kidney shot out in Okinawa, when in fact he was born with just one– cannot get a paper cut without giving me the vivid details about how it ALMOST bled so I imagine if ever he scooched down on a table with his feet in stirrups, draped in a sheet and all greased up to Jesus while some woman came at him with freezing cold escargots tongs and a meaningful glint in her eye, I’d probably hear about it. At dinner.
But no, she’s a woman, and so she cannot be simply a doctor, she has to be a Lady Doctor.
I’m fat, but I’m a lot more than fat, and my sartorial interests lie well beyond the fine art and subtle science of making sure my thighs don’t ignite friction fires when I run to catch the elevator.
I am, for example, outraged Valentino let Alessandra Facchinetti go. I wept delicately poignant tears when I saw the Lacroix show after the house had to file for protection. I read Paris, British and even occasionally American Vogue, watch all the shows, draw lines, form opinions, revamp my wardrobe and try to speak thoughtfully on what most people think is a silly, silly industry. I can throw down about Madame Gres’ draping or Balenciaga’s cutting with anyone this side of Parson’s or beyond, and yet after all that I’m still a novelty act. I’m still just a Lady Doctor.
Well I’m sick of it. I appreciate the nods, and the rare genuine attempts to avoid tokenism, but from now on –and I think I speak for the rest of my plus-size fashion friends when I say it’s fashionista now, not fatshionista and by the way: the doctor is in.