Holiday Vitriol

I hate this holiday. Binge drinking and the celebration of someone credited with kicking an existing religion out to make more room for his own. Two shitty things that apparently go together wonderfully.

Clearly, Amelia the snake isn't too keen on the literalist interpretations of certain aspects of it, either.

I am not pleased.

Yes, I knew that the art theft "policy" at DeviantART was a flat-out lie, and that when I filed a complaint about someone having misappropriated one of my sketches to use in a painting, the odds were very good that their heads would remain in the sand, but there's a bit of a walk between heavy suspicion and actual, disappointing proof. Which, by the way, I waited something like a year for.

This isn't even an issue of tracing--evidently this girl didn't trust her skills enough to even give that a go, which isn't surprising as she would have some difficulty drawing her way out of a paper bag. She just plopped it wholesale into her picture and coloured it--most of the original lines are still intact.

And yet, despite what the policy says, apparently this isn't stealing.

Am I naming names or posting incriminating links? No. I'm disgusted, and there's certainly something to be said for humiliation as a learning tool, but I'm not quite that much of a bitch. I called her out some time ago on the picture itself, and she apparently lacks the stones to say a word about it.

Besides, publicity is publicity, and that's the last thing one should give such an individual.


...on the bright side, though, I just got a present (!!) as I was typing this, and I'm drawing more Ilythiiri bondage, so I guess it all averages out. *snerk*




Her face still could use some work, but it's getting closer.

Beauty and a Great Many Beasts

Various people hold a great many different ideals of female beauty. That in itself does not bother me; quite the contrary. What I find irritating is the fact that so many people seem to tout their ideal as the right one--not just visually, but morally.

Health nuts who are not open to the possibility of seeing cuteness in a plump girl and would claim that she was doing herself a disservice by not exercising more--oh, and how unhappy she must be! Fat grrl activists who would look at someone my size and want to cram five hamburgers down her throat because she's clearly starving herself for the benefit of chauvinist pigs.

(I'd balance that out with something from the pro-skinny crowd, but I can't imagine what they're trying to sell, morally speaking. "Gluttony is evil", perhaps?)

It's all the same bullshit, regardless of who it's being thrown by, and the stench is the same: I want you to change and conform to my ideals, because there is something wrong with you. The fact is that human beings are not all created equal, body types are different, and not everyone has to overcome the same problems when staring down at a scale.

Predictably enough, bile directed at scrawny folk is the sort that aggravates me the most, and it has very little to do with having my size derided. It's invariably tinged with condescension, or at best, misplaced concern--and it's rude on a completely different level. Asking a thin woman if she has an eating disorder is about as polite as asking an overweight one if she has a gland problem, and there is often the added implication that she is that size because she's desperately trying to fit a societal ideal. I realise that most of these people mean well, but have they considered the possibility that it is none of their business?

Not everyone is making an effort to be the size and shape that they happen to be. Yes, that thought may well be salt in the wound to someone who is, but having struggled with your own weight does not give you carte blanche to tell someone else what to do with her body.