Puck dating fat chick

I had more dates in a month in the US than I would in a decade in Australia. As a fat girl I never had dates while living in Australia – but as soon as I moved to Los Angeles everything changed. Guys literally chased me out of bars just to speak to me (one of those encounters even turned into a three year relationship.) I was single, ready to flamingle and life in Hollywood was amazing and everything you’d imagine. Which is why I packed up, sold everything, gave up my radio hosting job and moved to Los Angeles with nothing but a suitcase.

My plus size blog Big Curvy Love was kicking along, I was working in podcasting, rocking fabulous fashion and for once in my life finally felt like a legit part of the deep end of the dating pool. I was exactly the same person; same personality, same looks, and same weight.

I think we can both agree that your show is not good for my head, though I already came to that conclusion awhile back, which is why I stopped watching it in the first place.

I don’t know, Ryan Murphy; by all rights I should love your show. There came a moment when all of the characters suddenly turned loathsome and sanctimonious, and , fearful that the show would find me in the night and murder me as I slept if I should dare to ignore it.

I started thinking it through, “What if I just did one date a week? “If I did that for a year I’d date 50 people.” That’s huge!

I persuaded myself through cliches, “It’s a numbers game. Every lid has a teapot.” And with that 50 Fat Dates was born.

The trope of the fat girl with the “great personality” (“great personality” being a common code phrase for “ugly” or “fat”) who triumphs over dating adversity and finds a date who is able to see past the fat is commonly used in movies, television, and pretty much any other form of entertainment.

It has singing and dancing and it is quirky as fuck and it features an ensemble cast. Part of the problem is that at some point, of today no longer serves its audience, a cheery distraction on a Tuesday night, but has morphed into an unstoppable train of high-kicking solo-belting sermon-preaching cultural ubiquity. But I did eventually manage to survive a separation, and our time apart has done little to rekindle the spark these characters once had for me. Though most of the cast leaves me feeling dead inside, Chris Colfer as Kurt is practically perfect in every way.

I had no opinion of Dianna Agron, who plays Quinn, until she responded so memorably to the GQ photoshoot controversy on Tumblr, which made my wrinkled little chickpea of a heart go pitter-pat.

I even launched my own 50 Fat Dates project as a way of documenting my experience in the plus size dating world. The only thing that was different was the location. My apartment was two blocks from the Hollywood Walk of Fame and was like living in a real-life Melrose Place situation.

The guy next door was a drag queen, another neighbour was a romance novelist/ science professor/female bodybuilder, the guy above me worked for movie studio, there was a photographer, bass guitarist, actor, luxury car salesperson and me. I was in the centre of the world’s biggest dream factory, but the reality was I was crafting my own dream through 50 Fat Dates.

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