Whats so funny about overweight people getting hit in the groin with footballs?
Everything. By Simon Dumenco for Details In the United States of America, home of the best-fed people on earth, it’s finally come to this: We have developed an insatiable appetite not only for mammoth cupcakes but for fatness itself. Turn on the TV and it’s everywhere. On NBC’s pioneering The Biggest Loser, where the morbidly obese try to sweat their way into smaller jeans. On VH1’s Celebrity Fit Club, with its flotilla of jump-roping chubsters. On Oxygen’s Dance Your Ass Off, in which the shaking of Brobdingnagian booties rivals the cataclysmic movement of tectonic plates. And, most recently and tantalizingly, on Fox’s More to Love, in which a bevy of lard-assed ladies compete for the meaty paw of a sweet, man-boobed, 300-pound-plus subcontractor from California. There is, yes, so much to love—and so much to feel conflicted about. It used to be that fattertainment—media content that invites gratuitous gawking at bulging bellies, thunder thighs, and cellulite—was the domain of an odd s
