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Friday, August 9, 2013
Don't Call Me Tubby
I’m not a big guy. But, I’m not
huge either – a six-footer about fifteen pounds overweight. There’s a
case to be made that I’m very close to the American average for a man my age in
this era and, of course, I will argue in favor of it.
That said, it’s clear that the
Chinese have a skewed notion of the terms “small”, “medium” and “large”. I
submit that a Chinaman’s idea of large is somewhere between small and medium by
In case you think it’s going that
way, this not a discussion of obesity in America, although, it does need to be
discussed ongoing and addressed the same way.
Instead, I’m writing about an
honest opinion difference based on cultural biases. Here’s the rub: If China is
to continue a good trading relationship with the U-S and keep on flooding our
retail markets with cheap consumer good then, for heaven’s sake, manufacture
products meant for Americans built to American standards of size.
Although clothing is the most
obvious category that springs to mind for a discussion on size, apparel is not
the point of this post. The 2X t-shirt that still is too small for this 1X body
is a great example of that problem. I resemble Baby Huey in it. But, I digress.
Specifically, this rant concerns
bath tubs. Yep, you read right – bath tubs.
Allow me to explain: Recently my
wife and I searched out and purchased another house, the purpose; a place large
enough that my aging mother could move in with us and have a private living space
to call her own. Long story short; we found it. The only problem is that the
only shower in the house is in the bathroom designated as part of Mom’s private space.
The bathroom my wife and I share has only a tub which, incidentally, will be
rectified as soon as I can find a contractor.
Now, visualize this, if you dare:
I’m flat on my back in the tub, shoulders folded inward because I’m too wide to
lay flat in the darn thing, toes curled against the end and knees high in the
air and my hands working feverishly from the wrists clutching a bar of soap
because I can’t get enough arm action involved to move much. Comical, huh? Oh, by the way, when I finally do finish, my body slurps as I break the suction
hold on it from the bottom. I’m not even going to explain the whole process of
rolling over to stand. That’s another ordeal altogether.
Smile, giggle or laugh out loud, if
you must, but, I’ll reserve laughter for a distant future time after our shower
has been installed and I can look back on it. Right now I’m in no mood to even
crack a smile but, God as my witness, I am clean.
I can say one thing with no
hesitation; a wash cloth and a sink of warm water is beginning to look much
Also, I am certain the tub was
manufactured in China. So, the inclusion of their notion on size, I think, was
I could go on, but I really need to
find that remodeling contractor now. What the heck did I do with the Yellow
Have a great day, y’all.
Author of "Six Years' Worth"/Father's Press/mainstream/print & ebook
"Paradise Flawed"/Dream Books LLC/action-adventure/print
& ebook "Where Are You, Anne Bonny?"/Rogue Phoenix Press/ historical
drama/ ebook only
“Trouble”, short story/CrossTIME Science Fiction Anthology,
Vol. IX/print only
“Dancing Away”/ short
story/romance/Untreed Reads/ebook only