I hate traveling on Southwest Airlines. In addition to the inescapable thought that the plane is dirty, I can’t help feeling like a piece of meat jammed into a cage with a bunch of others waiting for our imminent doom. I can’t recline comfortably without worrying I’m slamming the person behind me in the face. And when I lean over to grab my Sprite from the attendant, I wonder if I have put on enough deodorant ‘cuz my armpit is smack dab in the face of the passenger next to me.
I am just about 5 feet tall. On any given day I weigh between 103 and 108 pounds. Needless to say, I am small. That’s why I’m glad the recent buzz around director Kevin Smith being kicked off Southwest highlights the prejudicial industry standards around size. If I can’t fit comfortably into one of their seats, how do these airway robbers expects others to?
In her piece Kevin Smith: The face of flying while fat, Kate Harding brings light to the shame so many people (who aren’t a size 2) feel when they board an airplane.
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