My experience last night with the shock jock from Philly reminded me of an experience I had as a child. I went to an elementary school where we spoke English in the morning and Hebrew in the afternoon, and where pretty much everyone I knew was Jewish. My parents talked a lot about anti-Semitism, but I never encountered it.
Until I entered 7th grade at the local junior high, and one day, as I walked down the hall, a group of laughing 8th graders showered me with pennies and shouted, "Run for the pennies, kike!"
I was so naive I was more puzzled than upset. What was a kike? I didn't even know.
Once I found out, the waves of shame and humiliation took a long time to diminish.
That's how last night's radio show was for me--really the first time I've encountered fatism in such a virulent form, especially as followed up by a commenter this morning. (Alex from Philly, don't even bother. You'll be deleted and go straight to troll hell.) It's hard to take it in when you meet up with such hatred, whether it's based on the color of your skin, your religion, or the size of your waist.
Years after that day in junior high, I realized what's at the heart of all such prejudice and hatred: self-loathing.
If I were a more generous person, I'd feel compassion for all those who spew mindless hatred because they're secretly afraid they themselves don't measure up, because they hate themselves. But you know what? I'm not feeling particularly generous today, so I'll leave it at "I hope you get yourself some help."