Skinny or Hermione?

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For Girls Only, Probably...

Being thin. Probably not a subject that you ever expected to read about on this website, but my recent trip to London got me thinking...

It started in the car on the way to Leavesden film studios. I whiled away part of the journey reading a magazine that featured several glossy photographs of a very young woman who is either seriously ill or suffering from an eating disorder (which is, of course, the same thing); anyway, there is no other explanation for the shape of her body. She can talk about eating absolutely loads, being terribly busy and having the world's fastest metabolism until her tongue drops off (hooray! Another couple of ounces gone!), but her concave stomach, protruding ribs and stick-like arms tell a different story. This girl needs help, but, the world being what it is, they're sticking her on magazine covers instead. All this passed through my mind as I read the interview, then I threw the horrible thing aside.

But blow me down if the subject of girls and thinness didn't crop up shortly after I got out of the car. I was talking to one of the actors and, somehow or other, we got onto the subject of a girl he knows (not any of the Potter actresses – somebody from his life beyond the films) who had been dubbed 'fat' by certain charming classmates. (Could they possibly be jealous that she knows the boy in question? Surely not!)

'But,' said the actor, in honest perplexity, 'she is really not fat.''

"Fat" is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her,' I said; I could remember it happening when I was at school, and witnessing it among the teenagers I used to teach. Nevertheless, I could see that to him, a well-adjusted male, it was utterly bizarre behaviour, like yelling 'thicko!' at Stephen Hawking.

His bemusement at this everyday feature of female existence reminded me how
strange and sick the 'fat' insult is. I mean, is 'fat' really the worst thing a human being can be? Is 'fat' worse than 'vindictive', 'jealous', 'shallow', 'vain', 'boring' or 'cruel'? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I'm not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain...

I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn't seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? 'You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!

''Well,' I said, slightly nonplussed, 'the last time you saw me I'd just had a baby.

'What I felt like saying was, 'I've produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren't either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?' But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!

So the issue of size and women was (ha, ha) weighing on my mind as I flew home to Edinburgh the next day. Once up in the air, I opened a newspaper and my eyes fell, immediately, on an article about the pop star Pink.

Her latest single, 'Stupid Girls', is the antidote-anthem for everything I had been thinking about women and thinness. 'Stupid Girls' satirises the talking toothpicks held up to girls as role models: those celebrities whose greatest achievement is un-chipped nail polish, whose only aspiration seems to be getting photographed in a different outfit nine times a day, whose only function in the world appears to be supporting the trade in overpriced handbags and rat-sized dogs.

Maybe all this seems funny, or trivial, but it's really not. It's about what girls want to be, what they're told they should be, and how they feel about who they are. I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls. Rant over.

Sengaja Ambu muat semua. Biar kita mikir, apa emang langsing itu segalanya? Pernah nonton iklan obat pelangsing, yang model-nya udah langsing, tapi masih aja di perlihatkan bahwa dia ga pede sama cowoknya (yang 'ngapain ditutupin? Mending diperbaiki' kira-kira begitulah). Jadi image yang ada di masyarakat, kurus itu cantik!

Padahal selama berapa tahun dia akan cantik dengan kurus dan menahan asupan makanan? Lima, sepuluh tahun? Dan sisanya, dia akan kena macem-macem penyakit, tapi cantik enggak!

Masih sama, juga iklan putih itu cantik (tapi mengandung merkuri) dan sebagainya. Inget iklan cewek ngajak cowok 'menanam seribu pohon yuk? Cowoknya ga mau, alesannya sibuk, karena ceweknya kuleuheu, tapi begitu ceweknya putih dia langsung mau. Nah, cowok yang seperti ini harus dijauhi, karena dia cuma mau cewek yang herang-herang doang di penampilan..

Mudah-mudahan anakku (dua juga ceweknya) tidak menjadi anak yang memikirkan penampilan!

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Masih dalam iklan, ada iklan SuperBubur (hihi disebutin) ada sebuah keluarga yang lengkap (ayah, ibu, anak perempuan) sarapan dengan SuperBubur, seduh sudah, ada kerupuknya lagi! Trus di sebelahnya, ada keluarga yang tidak lengkap, ibu dan anak laki-laki. Ibunya sibuk masak bubur (perasaan kalau Ambu masak bubur nggak sibuk kaya gitu deh) tapi akhirnya menyerah dan ngambil SuperBubur buat anaknya. Kesimpulannya: Bapaknya poligami! Keluarga yang di rumah kedua itu ga ada bapaknya, karena dia istri kedua..
*Ambu dikemplang*

Udah ah!