They’re everywhere. They serve you coffee and lunch at the diner. They’re blocking the aisles at the grocery store. They’re receptionists at any business you enter. They’re nurses at the local hospital. They’re the primary school teachers. They’re the librarians.
I am carrying 30 extra pounds myself; I'm chubby. And I've been actually fat.
This is not a "point and laugh at fat people" post. This a "what the hell is wrong with you that you walk around so obese that you're likely to die in your 30s, and you think you're 'hot' because you're wearing whore makeup and showing off your rolls" post.
You won't see me--like so many fat gay men these days---wearing skin tight shirts and skinny jeans so that my fat waist bulges out.
No one has any self-respect. Or any respect for other people.
And all of us, collectively as a society, have agreed to say nothing. Even *noticing* is "abuse."
It's not right. It's not OK. It's not healthy, it's not normal, it's not pro-social. It's out of control.
This appears to be the most heavily liked and commented on post I've written. You never know what is going to tap into something a lot of people are apparently itching to talk about.
This is so true, Josh. I live in Long Island City, NY and it has become even more bizarre lately. Today at the market I ran into a lesbian couple that was one part gigantic whore goblin and one part skinny trans goblin with a shaved head (except for a little ponytail growing out the top), neck and finger tattoos, wallet on a keychain, and work boots. Very concerning was that she only looked about 17, while the biggun seemed 30-40ish. I thought it might be a mother and daughter until I heard their terms of endearment as they contemplated various meal options involving noodles and chili. I became so anxious.
On the walk home in a steady rain, I saw a teenager walking towards me in S/M gear: a leather thong, studded bustier, thigh high boots, and tarantula eyelashes. She passed multiple people, but the only ones who noticed were the delivery men that ogled. I remember thinking that today was a doozy and I better get home right away, but it would become even more surreal.
As I reached my block and turned towards my building, a pregnant woman walked past me and into Chase bank. She was in her 20’s and wearing an old beige bra, saggy yellow panties with her very pregnant belly hanging over, and jelly slippers on her stained feet. Even though it was raining and I had my arms full, I stopped and watched the bank entrance. Surely she would be escorted out of the bank, right? Perhaps 311 might be called and a mental health response team deployed. But nothing happened. I felt dissociated, I think. A sort of cultural derealization. I remember looking around to see if anyone else was shocked, but no one was. I often feel like I’m screaming into a void when I try to explain things to people, but I had that same sensation without saying a word. The world has gone mad and no one around me seems to notice. I feel like I’m a character in a dystopian novel that doesn’t have a happy ending.
First, this is very powerfully written. I love it when you write longer pieces than usual. Second, yes. I appreciate your bearing witness to reality. I remember watching the social contagion spread through the grocery store where I went almost every day during lockdown (just to get out of the tiny room I was renting), hunching over Zoom and trying to finish my degree. By October 2020 the trans employees outnumbered the others, and I once checked out with three checklanes open, four employees present on the front end -- all four of them young women with frog voice and wispy facial hair. Typical Aidan/Oliver/Ethan/Jack types.
I have been noticing this for a while, because I too lean on the heavier side - and I used to feel like it is not my place to judge another woman’s body. Key difference- I am strong. I lift. I move. I am active and healthy at my weight. I still work at it. I refuse to give in and become a goblin.
But I have noticed something else.
People who move here from other countries start off slim, and the longer they’re here, the fatter they get. They develop health issues they didn’t have before and attribute it to aging.
The culture here is one of obvious poison, but so is much of the food, water, and the way much of those seeking solutions are instead handed unnecessary pharmaceuticals.
These Goblin's you speak of are in more places than you can imagine. They are the middle management of the entertainment industry. They work for some of the biggest multinational entertainment conglomerates on the planet. You have definitely given money and time to these companies. They have been for awhile, angry, heavy set, heavily tattooed and full of hate for men, themselves and women who don't follow their lead. I know I spent years working around them. I realized I needed to leave in 2017, so I slowly backed out to focus on my own business, and the pandemic freed me from that world for good. Sad, because there are a lot of good people there, I miss terribly, many are blue collar, men, closet conservatives and working class. They get horribly abused by these types who sit in an air conditioned offices all day dumping their work on interns, flaunting their eating disorders, while the crew are up very early and out in the bitter cold or burning sun to work and they are in all areas of this industry which is full of very cult like behavior which helps perpetuate a lot of bad behavior. I am sure they also exist in academia/education, healthcare, tech and a few other places I haven't guessed. They will bitterly complain that they have no power, that they are victims but expect you to take care of them despite their protestations that they are girl bosses. They are the gate keepers of the industry and I surmise why so much entertainment is so bad now, it is extreme and full of preaching and patronizing messages to normal people. If they don't like the look of you they will not let you get your foot in the door, or grow professionally. I've seen it happen to others and experienced it myself. I have seen exactly what you see I had to babysit it for way to long.
I can't help myself. I thoroughly enjoy reading your assessments and viewpoints and scalding critiques of these nearly less than human beasts/freaks who assault our spaces, sporting privilege no sane person would ever ascribe to themselves. But I can only take so much. For awhile I watched a lot of Odin's Men videos, a bit like one does when observing something so bizarre one can't look away, featuring in all their freakish glory every degenerate piece of human garbage you can imagine. After a few, I had to mute the sound because the words coming out of their mouths were an assault on my intelligence and common sense. Eventually, and it didn't take long, I could not look at them anymore. I don't like to think of these things living freely among us, so I thank my lucky stars that I rarely have to encounter them irl. Your biting descriptions really make me appreciate that.
Beauty comes from well-ordered structure. If all constraint is oppression, then one is in revolt against structure and ordering at its most basic level. All you can produce is ugliness, external and internal.
I'm one of those giant men that tend to fill any room I'm in. I wear enormous tye die shirts and a big grin most of the time because I terrify people when I get upset. 95th percentile height, 99th in head size, shoulders and weight. I enjoy being fat, or rather, I play the card I was dealt well and always live life to the fullest, drinking pitchers of beer, feasting, laughing loud.
Because I appreciate that even fat, even huge with a shorter lifespan (my height alone will kill me 8 years early statistically), you put out into the world what you get, and all of us are lucky to be here. I live as much as I can and draw those around me into the fun: cooking, playing, joking, singing.
I say all this just to emphasize this essay: goblins also upset me deeply. Obesity is a gift. It means I am living a lifestyle only possible at this point in history, feasting better than kings of old, partying harder than the Khan's. And depressive fat people are destroying themselves for no gain. They aren't having fun, they aren't eating the fine and fantastic foods they could be eating. Getting hugely fat off diet soda and snack food - from sloth instead of gluttony.
They are miserable. They attribute their misery to the wrong aspects of their life. They surround themselves with idiots who try to comfort the sad-fat by telling them their misery lies elsewhere: men, conservatives, their own genitals. I can tell you right now, that while it's hard to lose weight, it's easier than changing genders. And way easier than trying to find happiness as a self-hating fat "man".
The point of all these people; and the Karens and race scolds and sad listless 28 year old men who have never had a job, and transmit their self-hate into destroying their own masculinity, mistakenly fragging their drive to succeed and be happy as well, because they internalized the message that successful men are the problem; this point is to try to cleanse themselves by hating and sharing misery among everyone else.
I don't hate those goblins because they're ugly, I hate them because their ugliness is a warning sign as vivid as the stripes on a wasp: poison. They will notice happiness, they will try to destroy it. Any jokes or mistakes will be complained about, they will try to get you viral online or destroy your career just from spite. So they generate their own -phobias wherever they go, because we need to fear them to exist in this society.
Goblins is therefore the perfect term for them. Actively malign, they besiege our society, twisted by dark medias and evil politics.
This is absoltley brilliantly written, and so very true. You are nailing what the real problem are with your observations, and with the courage and honesty to write down what you see! 🎯🎯🎯 I think thats nothing are gonna change and better itself in society... for nobody, except the short rush of supply for those who drive on that instead of normal decency, respect and constructive human intersctions. Its totally overtaken. I am not happy that reality actually has became this way, but I am very happy that there are people like you to describe it do very well and adress it. I do think the time seem to be more ripe for people to suppport some more, and maybe do some of the observations some of has done for a while. I just hope its for real, and that those who do not just do it to look at another set of signifiers, cause its hard to ignore that the last set they listened to are so full of lies and bullshit, and still dont bother to check out whats beeing signified! I dont attempt to be negative of what seems to be a little but comforting step in a right direction, but I seriously do wish that people, when they are considering changing their minds do a focused job with it, and not just turns to superficially follow next thing. Then all this kind of shit keeps turning up in only barely new wrappings, with the same core, and the emperor could keep strolling around without any clothing. Or other nede emeperors could easily full the last ones Seat! I love the way you scutinize the surroundings and pick out the poison Ivy where ever its at! The spread is so sever, so I guess thats the only way society could have a new go of having a healthier lady out, is if more of us do like you, and observe and point out where ever its at! 🙂👍🏻 Especially done in such a very enjoyable way like you do. Its great how you are able to adress something sinister and grave, with a fun and inspiring pen! 🙂 I love your voice and do think its a very important one. All the best to you from Anlaug in Norway. 🙂
I love your honesty Josh. And yes, I notice this. This is no critique of bulldykes, but did goblins replace good ol'fashioned bulldykes? Where are they? I barely see them anymore and for some reason, I feel it as a loss.
I've been hate-watching the Sex and the City reboot And Just Like That (seriously, it's practically unwatchable, the ONLY reason to watch is to see just how far it's fallen, though now that I'm older I find watching even the original SATC almost impossible). There is one scene a girlfriend of mine and I can't stop thinking about. Second season and the non-binary comedian Che is being styled for her new sitcom--she is surrounded by they/thems and they are GROTESQUE. One is clearly a lesbian trying to look like a man wearing a suit jacket. There's another non-binary person who I think is a man presenting as a woman, and another that is a huge, fat, black man presenting as nom-binary (that was a typo but I'm keeping it because it describes the fat NB types well!) but wearing a dress and makeup. It was SO DISTURBING. Che is actually kind of pretty, though her character is terrible--not because she is queer and cringey (SO cringe and righteous)--but because she is an awful and self-centered person.
Between that scene with the queer goblins and the "pregnant man" on that magazine cover recently, I agree with you, they are TRYING to disturb us and appear revolting. As my friend said in reference to the NB stylists in that scene, "Seriously, who is actually attracted to that?"
There was a time I'd have thought this was a bit harsh, but that time has long passed. I'm in total agreement. No sympathy. No compassion. I just want them away from me. The bit about the "two options, of which being a normal person is neither" hit me particularly hard. It's the same where I am. People here rag on nearby Seattle as being this hive of dysgenic freaks, vagrants, drug-addicts, and all stripe and manner of degenerate, but I feel like they don't realize that many of the people in our own towns around here are, like, maybe one step above any of the Seattle trash they claim they wanted to get away from. If that. No self respect. Almost no higher awareness. It's tragic, but, you're right - there's really nothing any of us can do for them. They've made it explicitly clear they want to wallow in the gutter, and I would be perfectly willing to let them, if they weren't doing it at our expense and on our dimes, in many cases.
You nailed it with the “dead-eyed” description. Ran into one that works at Sephora w zero customer service/social skills & a mix of Baby Huey & the Pillsbury Dough boy in appearance. The store is more concerned w meeting some “diversity quota “ & has considerably lowered its standards.
Goblins
I am carrying 30 extra pounds myself; I'm chubby. And I've been actually fat.
This is not a "point and laugh at fat people" post. This a "what the hell is wrong with you that you walk around so obese that you're likely to die in your 30s, and you think you're 'hot' because you're wearing whore makeup and showing off your rolls" post.
You won't see me--like so many fat gay men these days---wearing skin tight shirts and skinny jeans so that my fat waist bulges out.
No one has any self-respect. Or any respect for other people.
And all of us, collectively as a society, have agreed to say nothing. Even *noticing* is "abuse."
It's not right. It's not OK. It's not healthy, it's not normal, it's not pro-social. It's out of control.
This appears to be the most heavily liked and commented on post I've written. You never know what is going to tap into something a lot of people are apparently itching to talk about.
This is so true, Josh. I live in Long Island City, NY and it has become even more bizarre lately. Today at the market I ran into a lesbian couple that was one part gigantic whore goblin and one part skinny trans goblin with a shaved head (except for a little ponytail growing out the top), neck and finger tattoos, wallet on a keychain, and work boots. Very concerning was that she only looked about 17, while the biggun seemed 30-40ish. I thought it might be a mother and daughter until I heard their terms of endearment as they contemplated various meal options involving noodles and chili. I became so anxious.
On the walk home in a steady rain, I saw a teenager walking towards me in S/M gear: a leather thong, studded bustier, thigh high boots, and tarantula eyelashes. She passed multiple people, but the only ones who noticed were the delivery men that ogled. I remember thinking that today was a doozy and I better get home right away, but it would become even more surreal.
As I reached my block and turned towards my building, a pregnant woman walked past me and into Chase bank. She was in her 20’s and wearing an old beige bra, saggy yellow panties with her very pregnant belly hanging over, and jelly slippers on her stained feet. Even though it was raining and I had my arms full, I stopped and watched the bank entrance. Surely she would be escorted out of the bank, right? Perhaps 311 might be called and a mental health response team deployed. But nothing happened. I felt dissociated, I think. A sort of cultural derealization. I remember looking around to see if anyone else was shocked, but no one was. I often feel like I’m screaming into a void when I try to explain things to people, but I had that same sensation without saying a word. The world has gone mad and no one around me seems to notice. I feel like I’m a character in a dystopian novel that doesn’t have a happy ending.
First, this is very powerfully written. I love it when you write longer pieces than usual. Second, yes. I appreciate your bearing witness to reality. I remember watching the social contagion spread through the grocery store where I went almost every day during lockdown (just to get out of the tiny room I was renting), hunching over Zoom and trying to finish my degree. By October 2020 the trans employees outnumbered the others, and I once checked out with three checklanes open, four employees present on the front end -- all four of them young women with frog voice and wispy facial hair. Typical Aidan/Oliver/Ethan/Jack types.
I have been noticing this for a while, because I too lean on the heavier side - and I used to feel like it is not my place to judge another woman’s body. Key difference- I am strong. I lift. I move. I am active and healthy at my weight. I still work at it. I refuse to give in and become a goblin.
But I have noticed something else.
People who move here from other countries start off slim, and the longer they’re here, the fatter they get. They develop health issues they didn’t have before and attribute it to aging.
The culture here is one of obvious poison, but so is much of the food, water, and the way much of those seeking solutions are instead handed unnecessary pharmaceuticals.
These Goblin's you speak of are in more places than you can imagine. They are the middle management of the entertainment industry. They work for some of the biggest multinational entertainment conglomerates on the planet. You have definitely given money and time to these companies. They have been for awhile, angry, heavy set, heavily tattooed and full of hate for men, themselves and women who don't follow their lead. I know I spent years working around them. I realized I needed to leave in 2017, so I slowly backed out to focus on my own business, and the pandemic freed me from that world for good. Sad, because there are a lot of good people there, I miss terribly, many are blue collar, men, closet conservatives and working class. They get horribly abused by these types who sit in an air conditioned offices all day dumping their work on interns, flaunting their eating disorders, while the crew are up very early and out in the bitter cold or burning sun to work and they are in all areas of this industry which is full of very cult like behavior which helps perpetuate a lot of bad behavior. I am sure they also exist in academia/education, healthcare, tech and a few other places I haven't guessed. They will bitterly complain that they have no power, that they are victims but expect you to take care of them despite their protestations that they are girl bosses. They are the gate keepers of the industry and I surmise why so much entertainment is so bad now, it is extreme and full of preaching and patronizing messages to normal people. If they don't like the look of you they will not let you get your foot in the door, or grow professionally. I've seen it happen to others and experienced it myself. I have seen exactly what you see I had to babysit it for way to long.
Wow. Very poignant. I think we are all seeing it. You are the first to put it into words.
The aggressive ugliness feels like a dare to me. They're daring you to look and judge, I think.
I can't help myself. I thoroughly enjoy reading your assessments and viewpoints and scalding critiques of these nearly less than human beasts/freaks who assault our spaces, sporting privilege no sane person would ever ascribe to themselves. But I can only take so much. For awhile I watched a lot of Odin's Men videos, a bit like one does when observing something so bizarre one can't look away, featuring in all their freakish glory every degenerate piece of human garbage you can imagine. After a few, I had to mute the sound because the words coming out of their mouths were an assault on my intelligence and common sense. Eventually, and it didn't take long, I could not look at them anymore. I don't like to think of these things living freely among us, so I thank my lucky stars that I rarely have to encounter them irl. Your biting descriptions really make me appreciate that.
Beauty comes from well-ordered structure. If all constraint is oppression, then one is in revolt against structure and ordering at its most basic level. All you can produce is ugliness, external and internal.
https://www.notonyourteam.co.uk/p/negating-achievement
I'm one of those giant men that tend to fill any room I'm in. I wear enormous tye die shirts and a big grin most of the time because I terrify people when I get upset. 95th percentile height, 99th in head size, shoulders and weight. I enjoy being fat, or rather, I play the card I was dealt well and always live life to the fullest, drinking pitchers of beer, feasting, laughing loud.
Because I appreciate that even fat, even huge with a shorter lifespan (my height alone will kill me 8 years early statistically), you put out into the world what you get, and all of us are lucky to be here. I live as much as I can and draw those around me into the fun: cooking, playing, joking, singing.
I say all this just to emphasize this essay: goblins also upset me deeply. Obesity is a gift. It means I am living a lifestyle only possible at this point in history, feasting better than kings of old, partying harder than the Khan's. And depressive fat people are destroying themselves for no gain. They aren't having fun, they aren't eating the fine and fantastic foods they could be eating. Getting hugely fat off diet soda and snack food - from sloth instead of gluttony.
They are miserable. They attribute their misery to the wrong aspects of their life. They surround themselves with idiots who try to comfort the sad-fat by telling them their misery lies elsewhere: men, conservatives, their own genitals. I can tell you right now, that while it's hard to lose weight, it's easier than changing genders. And way easier than trying to find happiness as a self-hating fat "man".
The point of all these people; and the Karens and race scolds and sad listless 28 year old men who have never had a job, and transmit their self-hate into destroying their own masculinity, mistakenly fragging their drive to succeed and be happy as well, because they internalized the message that successful men are the problem; this point is to try to cleanse themselves by hating and sharing misery among everyone else.
I don't hate those goblins because they're ugly, I hate them because their ugliness is a warning sign as vivid as the stripes on a wasp: poison. They will notice happiness, they will try to destroy it. Any jokes or mistakes will be complained about, they will try to get you viral online or destroy your career just from spite. So they generate their own -phobias wherever they go, because we need to fear them to exist in this society.
Goblins is therefore the perfect term for them. Actively malign, they besiege our society, twisted by dark medias and evil politics.
This is absoltley brilliantly written, and so very true. You are nailing what the real problem are with your observations, and with the courage and honesty to write down what you see! 🎯🎯🎯 I think thats nothing are gonna change and better itself in society... for nobody, except the short rush of supply for those who drive on that instead of normal decency, respect and constructive human intersctions. Its totally overtaken. I am not happy that reality actually has became this way, but I am very happy that there are people like you to describe it do very well and adress it. I do think the time seem to be more ripe for people to suppport some more, and maybe do some of the observations some of has done for a while. I just hope its for real, and that those who do not just do it to look at another set of signifiers, cause its hard to ignore that the last set they listened to are so full of lies and bullshit, and still dont bother to check out whats beeing signified! I dont attempt to be negative of what seems to be a little but comforting step in a right direction, but I seriously do wish that people, when they are considering changing their minds do a focused job with it, and not just turns to superficially follow next thing. Then all this kind of shit keeps turning up in only barely new wrappings, with the same core, and the emperor could keep strolling around without any clothing. Or other nede emeperors could easily full the last ones Seat! I love the way you scutinize the surroundings and pick out the poison Ivy where ever its at! The spread is so sever, so I guess thats the only way society could have a new go of having a healthier lady out, is if more of us do like you, and observe and point out where ever its at! 🙂👍🏻 Especially done in such a very enjoyable way like you do. Its great how you are able to adress something sinister and grave, with a fun and inspiring pen! 🙂 I love your voice and do think its a very important one. All the best to you from Anlaug in Norway. 🙂
I love your honesty Josh. And yes, I notice this. This is no critique of bulldykes, but did goblins replace good ol'fashioned bulldykes? Where are they? I barely see them anymore and for some reason, I feel it as a loss.
I've been hate-watching the Sex and the City reboot And Just Like That (seriously, it's practically unwatchable, the ONLY reason to watch is to see just how far it's fallen, though now that I'm older I find watching even the original SATC almost impossible). There is one scene a girlfriend of mine and I can't stop thinking about. Second season and the non-binary comedian Che is being styled for her new sitcom--she is surrounded by they/thems and they are GROTESQUE. One is clearly a lesbian trying to look like a man wearing a suit jacket. There's another non-binary person who I think is a man presenting as a woman, and another that is a huge, fat, black man presenting as nom-binary (that was a typo but I'm keeping it because it describes the fat NB types well!) but wearing a dress and makeup. It was SO DISTURBING. Che is actually kind of pretty, though her character is terrible--not because she is queer and cringey (SO cringe and righteous)--but because she is an awful and self-centered person.
Between that scene with the queer goblins and the "pregnant man" on that magazine cover recently, I agree with you, they are TRYING to disturb us and appear revolting. As my friend said in reference to the NB stylists in that scene, "Seriously, who is actually attracted to that?"
I'm still trying to figure it out.
There was a time I'd have thought this was a bit harsh, but that time has long passed. I'm in total agreement. No sympathy. No compassion. I just want them away from me. The bit about the "two options, of which being a normal person is neither" hit me particularly hard. It's the same where I am. People here rag on nearby Seattle as being this hive of dysgenic freaks, vagrants, drug-addicts, and all stripe and manner of degenerate, but I feel like they don't realize that many of the people in our own towns around here are, like, maybe one step above any of the Seattle trash they claim they wanted to get away from. If that. No self respect. Almost no higher awareness. It's tragic, but, you're right - there's really nothing any of us can do for them. They've made it explicitly clear they want to wallow in the gutter, and I would be perfectly willing to let them, if they weren't doing it at our expense and on our dimes, in many cases.
You nailed it with the “dead-eyed” description. Ran into one that works at Sephora w zero customer service/social skills & a mix of Baby Huey & the Pillsbury Dough boy in appearance. The store is more concerned w meeting some “diversity quota “ & has considerably lowered its standards.
They are filled with self-loathing