Ricky Gervais, the dude on BBC’s The Office, also does writing and comedy work and a bunch of other stuff.  He just came out with a new audiobook titled The Ricky Gervais Guide To Medicine.  Like any good celeb looking to maintain their status, he has pissed fat people off.  Before we go any further, I need to say that I think the chubbies need their own community.  Everyone gets a community now.  African-American community.  LGBT community.  Senior community.  Why don’t the fatties get any love?

Anyway, here is what Gervais had to say about lazy fat people and gastric bypass surgery:

 I really don’t know why a doctor under a hippocratic oath takes the risk of something going badly wrong, sometimes with general anaesthetic, because someone can’t be bothered to go for a fucking run.

And:

They have bits sliced off and tied up and sucked out. I want to say to them, ‘You lazy f—ing fat pig. Just go for a run and stop eating burgers. You might fucking die’.

Some things are not worth the risk. When someone’s facial surgery goes wrong because they wanted plumper lips or a little nose, I think they’re a fucking idiot.

If your arse is too fucking fat, stop eating and go for a run.

He also blogged about all the reports that he is attacking fat people:

I heard someone on the radio once say that they were tired of the prejudice aimed at the overweight. They said something like “you’re not allowed to make fun of gay people, so why are you allowed to make fun of fat people? It’s the same thing.” 

It’s not the same thing though, is it? Gay people are born that way. They didn’t work at becoming gay. Fat people became fat because they would rather be that way than stop eating so much. They had to eat and eat to get fat. Then, when they were fat they had to keep up the eating to stay fat. For gayness to be the same as fatness, gay people would have to start off straight but then ween themselves onto cock. Soon they’re noshing all day getting gayer and gayer. They’ve had more than enough cock… they’re full… they’re just sucking for the sake of it. Now they’re overgay, and frowned upon by people who can have the occasional cock but not over indulge.

When a doctor tells me that that’s how you become gay, I’ll stop making jokes about fat people.

So what do you think?  Hateful or makes sense?  I think he has a point.  And before you all think I hate fat people, I am fat people.  I lost almost 30 pounds in 2008 and still have some more to lose.  It has been no easy road.

Oh, and does anyone else find it ironic that Ricky Gervais could stand to go for a fucking run?  And a consultation with Sy Sperling.

First of all, there is a new fragrance coming out that is named Twilight.  Yeah…like the movie.  It’s being released by Hot Topic, so you can expect that it’s some real quality shit.  Secondly, do you think the Twilight perfume people might be getting sued any time soon from Nina Ricci?  May the manufacturer please not say that they were unaware of Nina Ricci’s bottle design.  I don’t even wear perfume and saw the Twilight bottle and thought “Doesn’t some other chick already use an apple bottle?” and proceeded to Google.

I may not be a fan of all her headbands and sunglasses but I will say this:  Nicole Richie and Joel Madden actually do stuff other than shop.  We always see them being involved in different charities and that is so refreshing to see.  They give back which goes a long way towards forgiving her accessories.

Pics of Nic and Joel today at a party hosted by Beyond Shelter at Magic Mountain.  And listen, I know this is shallow while I’m applauding their philanthropy, but does anyone know where I can find that Clone Wars hoodie? 

“Her obvious imitation of Jackie O’s style – the flipped-under hair, the sleeveless A-line dresses, the short strands of fake pearls – would have been laughable if done by anyone other than a media-designated saint.”

Ann Coulter, referring to Michelle Obama, in her latest book titled Guilty: Liberal ‘Victims’ and their Assault on America.

Ann Coulter makes me laugh.  I know many people think she is a spiteful and hateful little wench.  And she probably is.  But she just doesn’t have the ability to incite any emotion in me other than mirth.  I dunno…she’s like Howard Stern.  A completely entertaining windbag, never to be taken seriously.

Just for fun, I looked on the pap sites to see how well Ann Coulter dresses since she feels qualified to critique the fashion choices of our soon-to-be First Lady.  Like, the fact that she is even discussing Michelle Obama’s wardrobe is hilarious.  Ok, so Ann Coulter only has one formation in the playbook:  black dress, black flats, diamond cross necklace, ivory wool coat when climate appropriate.

Photo gallery is of Ann Coulter, at various events over the past decade, displaying her complete lack of imagination.

Last week there was speculation that there was trouble between Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez.  They weren’t wearing their rings and weren’t being seen together.  There is no quicker way to prompt ring wearing and public kissing photos than a story like that.  Brad and Jen, Nick and Jessica, and Bennifer have all done this pre-emptive strike right before parting the best of friends.

And on cue, here’s MarLo attending the inauguration of Puerto Rico’s governor, Luis Fortuno.  They are touching, kissing, and wearing rings.  Their message is loud and clear.  They are happy.  They are together.  They are not splitting. 

Until early spring.

We fight every night, now that’s not kosher
I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
You act like you’re ten
So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure
And keep lookin’ at the front door
Thinkin’ if I were to evacuate
You’d probably be straighter than straight
And wouldn’t have so much hate
‘Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin’
And when I roll up you start wilin’
So I front like everything’s hunky-dory
But it’s a whole different story
You don’t like the fact that I’m me
I don’t put on a show
When it comes time for you to have company
And your friends don’t understand your choice of man
They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
But regardless, you shouldn’t have to be so raw
I’m lookin’ at the front door

And when you’re with your friends, I glide to the side
Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
But when they’re not around, the fights commence
I’m the one you’re against and it doesn’t make sense
‘Cause I’m the one that you claim to love for life
But all I get is gray hairs and strife
And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
And get foul every time you lose control
But that’s not my order of operations
So I should win an award for lots of patience
‘Cause that’s all a fella can have
With a girl who’s shootin’ up his world like Shaft
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
I’m lookin’ at the front door

My friends always tell me how I’m lucky to possess
The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
But every time you scream, you blow your finesse
Tryin’ to dis the Profess-
Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
Sometimes I wish you’d come down with lockjaw
So I don’t have to take in the breakin’
You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
It seems like just two years 
Back when we were bonded and not pierced
But now I keep itchin’ to jet
Sitting’ in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
I say it now like I said it before
I’m lookin’ at the front door