Starting a company called Fat Opulence in the Ozempic era, when hard-working Kiwi Farmers are having a harder and harder time finding new politicized identiifats to harvest? Tell me you live in a tiny bubble with a methane-rich atmosphere composed largely of your own farts, girls.
The glory days of fat positivity have been over for a while—they were on the decline even before 2020, but it's accelerated over just the last couple of years. And do they think they're going to combine fat with "queer"? Because that's on the wane, too.
Granted, they live in Brooklyn, and I expect any deep-blue city to remain a bastion of fuckery, but still—they've decided to go all-in on catering to two shrinking subcultures, in which most of the membership is aging out of attending the events they plan to host.