THE FUNNY THING ABOUT FAT, WHITE FEMINISM
re: Tess Holliday in The Guardian
In recent years, quite a few queenpins have risen to the top of the body pos/plus size crop. Unignorably so, Tess Holliday (formerly known as Tess Munster) has reached heights not previously achievable in this genre by becoming the first signed model of her size. In the moment it seemed like a fantastic feat and a gargantuan leap forward for fat people of all shades and creeds. But as truth always comes to light, Holliday is proving to be just a problematic as standard sized white feminists.
In a recent interview with The Guardian, Holliday spoke words that surely made records scratch in the minds of many fat women of color:
At one point, an African American guy, middle-aged, said something appreciative as he walked by. “What do guys think they’ll achieve by yelling something?” she asked, shifting her weight and adjusting the cape primly. “They’re like: ‘She’ll love this, I’ll definitely get her number.’” A pause, and then she added, with some satisfaction, “I do admit that black men love me. I always forget that, and then I come to a black neighbourhood and I remember.” And no one quite knew what to say.
Briefly, I wasn’t quite sure what to say either. Like I feared she would, Tess Holliday is moving into the disgustingly self-serving realm of visibility that too many non-Black women have coveted in order to acquire validation, but at the expense of Black bodies. Sitting in the middle of gentrified Brooklyn boasting about how Black men swoon over her lily white existence is intensely harmful to the women who make up those neighborhoods that jog Holliday’s memory. It is the same kind of cavity causing bitterness you can find on any given episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians or searching the #nappyhair hashtag on Instagram. Her satisfaction with allowing such anti-Black speech float from her lips falls right in line with the sort of “anything Black women can do white women can do better” attitude that has oppressed Black women globally for centuries. This is the same kind of behavior that prevents women like Gabourey Sidibe, for example, from being the face of fat acceptance.
Elsewhere in the article she makes mention of meeting her impending husband, a white man who moved from Australia to America assumably to be with her, via Tumblr and feeling like he was someone she could never have because of his level of attractiveness. She attributes being unpleasant to him in the beginning stages of their no longer long distance relationship to the “daddy issues” she diagnoses us all with. The author of The Guardian piece recalls Tess’s fiancé smacking her on the ass and saying “you can give it a good old smack” while Tess completely ignores the gesture. Looking beyond the inappropriate nature of a person she cares for touching her in that manner while she is conducting business, the allowance of this gesture further highlights her thoughts on Black men. Holliday was more than willing to run off at the mouth about the verbal contact of a Black man (which the author noted as ‘appreciative’) but doesn’t bat an eyelash at her “hot”, white fiancé’s fetish riddled, physical antics.
The funny thing about white feminism is that it will support the weight of any attitude as long as it is clad in porcelain skin and western beauty ideals, even in a reported size 22 package. I have seen some of the most beautiful brown feminists, fat and otherwise, march the streets of New York City, Chicago, Atlanta, Houston, Detroit (my own hometown), and multiple other cities with recognizable “Black neighborhoods”, weeping and demanding that the lives of the men who could never have Tess Holliday’s companionship be spared and deemed valuable. But instead of the praise that Holliday and other women like her receive, Black women are ridiculed and reminded of their role as the steel beams lining the walls of mainstream feminism, used but never seen and rarely maintenanced, crumbling under every pound of the machine their great grandmothers died raging against.
The funny thing about white feminism is that it only looks into the abyss of Blackness for a back to stand on, a man to cry wolf over, and new beauty standards to absorb and then erase.
#EffYourBeautyStandards indeed.