My brother, Rob, whom you met in my previous post, once had an anorexic girl friend, although he was famous for his dinner parties. At one of these late into the night, several of his friends, sitting around the table still, found themselves convulsed by laughter.
“Stop! Stop!” shouted girlfriend as she leapt from her chair
They fell silent, mouths open.
“Can’t you see?” she demanded. “You must stop laughing. It is making you fat.”
What a weird thought. You’d think it would help lose weight?
I have puzzled over that response. Rob lives in France where people are not especially fat. Did she equate happiness with being fat?