The reason for discriminating against obese people when recruiting is that they are likely to cause disruption by demanding special arrangements made necessary by their self-inflicted obesity, are far more likely to have health problems with time away from work, and can get very pungent, especially on a hot day.
(Disabled people are a totally different proposition and there are many good reasons for positively discriminating in their favour.)
Of course I'm not in the UK when making these criminal observations.
I'm sorry, I just can't agree with your last comment re overweight people in the work place.
It's the little people that are the real problem !
At least the big guy is doing some work and is wearing prescription glasses, to look after his eyesight.
The little guy - well, clearly he's not producing any work, it's all beng done by the big guy, and he's more likely to have time off work sick with eye strain, brought on by sitting too close to the screen !
Kathryn Szrodecki, who campaigns on behalf of overweight people, said that in the UK fat people were stared at, pointed at, talked about and attacked.
She said: "I have been discriminated against - I am a YMCA qualified fitness instructor, but I have gone for jobs and been laughed off the premises."
From the Beeb article - seems quite reasonable in the circumstances.
One is reminded of the "Not the 9 o'clock News" sketch - and the Dud and Pete one about the one-legged applicant for the part of Tarzan!
Fat people in the UK are stared at, pointed at, laughed at, etc? Wow
. Here in the good ol' USofA fat people are not pointed at, laughed at nor stared at because it's quite the norm. Recent statistics by some health agency (i've forgotten which one) claim that 1/3, yes that's 33 1/3%, of all young adults in this country are either overweight or obese. That's pretty breath-taking when you think about it. And does not bode well, at all, for the future.
The McDonalds Corp recently posted another quarterly profit, in the midst of the current economic downturn.
Location: A civilised little County..with a bit of eccentricity to boot
Used to help a mate out driving his van to various gigs at w/ends as he had a small theatre props business..lights, noise, that sort of thing.
Enter, at one event...madam...now madam was not exactly a size 12...more a size 48 in fact...but felt the need to inform the world she was a BBW....one of the team was also a shrink as it happens and subsequently engaged in conversation with madam as to her, physique....madam was, as they say, somewhat vocal about her size and denied it was to do with excessive food consumption..her case though, was not helped by stuffing a chinese take-away plus every side dish possible it seemed down her throat, but then having pizza and chips later in the pub.....despite his best efforts, said shrink could not establish communication with madam, who kept returning to the topic of BBW about every 30secs.....after some considerable time, shrink, normally a well mannered person duly announced that "madam is not a BBW, more an FFC".....silence ensued until madam worked out what FFC stood for....we never got a repeat booking as I recall.
Have a "colleague" at work who makes a Vietnamese pot bellied pig ( apologies to the pig species in question here ) look like Kate Moss....and is proud of the fact..he's also a "Walt" and a self agradising tŁ$t as well..proving the "Walt" bit will be fun in time...but thinks it's perfectly OK to stuff his gob to excess.......now, metabolism is one thing, nobody can help this part of their genetics after all......but simply emulating a truffling pig on a daily basis does suggest said persons qualify for Mr D's title of this thread does it not?.
Many moons ago, a mate and I jumped on a plane to Florida and pottered around in a motor for a while. We got into Disneyland/world/whatever and there -- even in a land full of fatties -- we were astonished to see that it seemed one in two of the folk there were grossly overweight.
I actually bought a disposable camera to take pictures of them.
The record capture was a young guy (25?) who couldn't fit into a phone booth. He was huge. So huge that I actually thought he may have a glandular problem of some sort and felt sorry for him, vowing not to take his picture.
But as he was standing outside the booth bellowing into the phone which was held at arm's length, he whipped out a Hershey Bar from one of his many pockets and with his one free hand unwrapped it and stuffed it (whole) into his gob.
My sympathy evaporated immediately and he was our record 'fatty of the day' snap.
Sadly, when I was abroad, the storage company lost all my photos from that period of my life, so no piccies.