Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while might remember that I have a weakness for reality television. Well, not much has changed since that last post: TV still sucks and I still watch it. Last week I watched—with some anticipation actually—the premeire of the latest addition to the clusterfuck of primetime reality television: More to Love. Simply put, More to Love is The Batchelor, except with fat folks. [I don't use the word "fat" as a derogatory word. If this is a new concept for you, check out one of these blogs.] Basically, Luke is a successful, 26-year-old fat gentleman looking for love with a fat lady. So they stick him in a house with 20 plus-size contestents and see what happens. There are eliminations, tears, catfights, someone probably gets married at the end, blah blah same old, same old.
As a fat girl, I was super curious about More to Love. The concept of one of these shows actually allowing women over a size 12 to appear on television as romantic and (gasp!) sexual beings is pretty refreshing on its face. Now, obviously this wasn’t going to happen without being somehow incredibly offensive. I watched the show understanding that I would be distressed by how the show portrays these women, and I was. But not only for the reasons that I was expecting…
Yes, there is the predictable shit that exploits the ladies purely for their size—on what other dating show are there multiple, drawn-out shots of women eating and talking about their favorite meals? On what other show do subtitles point out each woman’s height and weight everytime she is speaking? (Yeah, seriously, I’m still not over that.) But the sexual exploitation really really surprised me.
Ya know how on these shows everyone is always making out all over the place (or having sex with each other, if it’s VH1)? Well, More to Love promises to present more of the same but…it’s a little different. The women on the show speak openly about how they feel their weight has impacted their dating lives. Some of them have never been on a date, never been kissed. Most of them express tremendous insecurity when it comes to their romantic lives or sexuality. Obviously insecurity is not unique to fat women—in fact one could make an argument that just appearing on one of these shows is a sign of insecurity, whether a size 2 or a size 20—but rarely is this kind of insecurity openly discussed by women on TV, and rarely does it manifest itself so clearly in the sexual interactions between the people on screen.
Other bloggers have also noticed the uncomfortable sexual dynamics on More To Love. Jezebel calls it “coercion” and Fatshionista offers the following description of one of the two first episode kisses:
the oafish Luke basically demands she kiss him, and she obliges after laughing nervously at the request. In the moment before she goes in for the lips, I swear, if the the word AWKWAAAAAARRRD was in the dictionary, her face right now would be illustrating it. And then, Luke suddenly gets really unlikeable, when he oh-so-casually mentions that he has to cut some laydeez tonight and TOTALLY UNRELATED but maybe she should kiss him again. She does, and I am caught between wanting to throw up and wanting to punch Luke in his smug face.
(You can watch the kisses for yourself at the Jezebel post). Melissa, the woman being described in the Fatshionista post, looks undeniably uncomfortable kissing Luke, the lucky bachelor. While watching Anna kiss Luke, Lauren—who is sitting right next to them—remarks that she finds it “intimidating.”
Sex is the name of the game on these shows. After all, isn’t physical intimacy a natural part of “getting to know” someone who might be your romantic partner? Of course Luke will base some of his choice on who he feels sexual chemistry with. But a number of these women simply don’t seem comfortable with these public displays of affection. Clearly these women knew what they were getting into when they signed up for the show, and clearly it would be strange if the show’s creators chose NOT to treat these women like every other woman on TV (i.e., sexual exploitation = ratings). But watching it here feels markedly different. It looks uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable to watch. You can’t put your figure on it, but you know it doesn’t feel right.
Perhaps part of it is just the fact that it makes me think of all the young fat women who have been coerced into sexual activity before the were ready or with someone they didn’t like all that much because they so badly needed to feel attractive and wanted. The fear that “no one will ever love me” leading to “what if this my only shot?” or ignoring personal comfort in the name of getting some “experience.” Again, this isn’t specific to fat girls by any means, and a lot of fat women are super-confident, but considering how thoroughly our society can ravage their self-esteem, they seem (we seem) to be a particularly vulnerable community. Factor in the “she should consider herself lucky that someone wanted to do it with her” response to fat women who have been raped, and you realize that some of these girls not only lack support and positive reinforcement about their looks, they actually have to function within a narrative that tells them they should be grateful for any sexual advances.
With that in mind, More to Love—or at least the pilot—becomes a really painful show to watch. Not just because it’s clearly still plays into fat-phobia, but because you’re literally watching some of these women struggle with their physical/sexual insecurities WHILE some guy who is in a clear position of power shoves his face in for the kiss. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be able to keep watching.
