The People of Walmart

I saw the parody of Jim Carey dancing to the song Chandeliers on SNL.

It was hilarious.

And when the song played on the radio on Monday morning I burst out laughing—I could not help but visualize the flailing and indelicacy of Carey’s motions.

Yesterday on The View each co-host expressed that they have difficulty conversing with actors and actresses (and sometime politicians) after having seen them (the actors and politicians) naked on the screen.

The cohosts find it difficult to delete the image of the revealed private body parts from their brain.

 Pictures often polute the mind.

Which is why my brain veered into an unintended direction when I heard that there was a backlash to Walmart selling fat girl costumes. Because several times a year for as many years as I have had an email account someone sends me a pictorial of The People of Walmart.

No one in the photos is thin.

Not even close.

I thought I do not think there is a single shopper at Walmart who needs a padded costume to look fat—the padding is already built in. Why would people spend money on a costume to look like themselves?

And then I was made aware of what the contoversy was really about—costumes for fat girls—in other words: plus size.

Oh.

Well that makes sense.

But I still cannot get the visual out of my mind.