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I think the popular conception of and attitude towards “the fatty” has a lot in common with “the addict.” People turn disgust into moral outrage, and want you to cease to exist, or at least exist somewhere they can’t see you.

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There were three women in the antepartum unit whose amniotic sacs had ruptured before the fetuses were viable, she told me. Their babies had little chance of surviving, and elsewhere the women would have been given the option to terminate their pregnancies. “I can’t do that in this state,” Kornberg said. Instead, the women were all told, “We’re going to give you these medications, to give the baby the best chance, though it may not survive.” The reality, Kornberg added, was even bleaker: “You have a baby that’s probably not going to survive, and we’re going to keep you here. And you’re going to sit alone in this room for three, four months, and maybe you’ll die of sepsis.”

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I don’t get how people honk their car horns. Every time I’m in a situation where honking my horn feels appropriate, I have both hands on the wheel and I’m trying not to die.