JIM STERLING STRIKES AGAIN. oh wait. And, so we know that her intellectual limit extends to the point that she has learned the word rococo somewhere (maybe a postmodern hell pit), and that's all that she pretty much requires in order to pretend to be a work of art.
Curiosity #1: Whyeee do these fat activists not understand that they are being exploited by corporate overlords that don't give a shit about their current state, or even encourage it in ways? They are proxies or pawns, as we all are, and the bigger fish are looking down and profiting and laughing. It isn't hard to get that the company making you fat or the company selling you shit to project a better version of yourself are not your friends, and that yelling about people who are concerned about you is besides the point.
Curiosity #2: In every self esteem related issue; trans, fat, identity, sexuality, etc, there are ways of compensating that may seem deeply integral to the personality, when in reality they are skin deep at best. What would occur if makeup or all of the other modern accouterments simply did not exist? What would you do, how would you cope? Oh, perhaps you would instead take part in developing character, instead of identity, which are two distinct concepts. What if a state of nature were to take over again? Pronouns wouldn't matter, which is why monastic people and age old tribes of wisdom do not value them. "I, Me, My, Mine, Myself," etc, quite literally are the 'pronouncements' of idiocy, narcissism, and selfishness. Which is why, eventually the Bhuddists sitting over there in the corner not going out of their way to convert or bother anyone, might eventually get written about for probably ridding themselves of the most burdensome things to man: suffering, concepts of self, and material clinging.
I'm guessing she'll drag this illness out and order tons of carb-loaded stuff now for her recovery. 
