FAT! HA HA HA HA! FAT!!!! --look, I am a comedic genius.
…out of nowhere, she suddenly launched into a rant against Singapore swimmer Tao Li.
“She’s so fat!” my mother said in Mandarin.
“How can you look like her and not expect to lose in the Olympics?”
This was the day after Tao Li had failed to qualify for the women’s 100m butterfly final in London, ending her medal hopes.
I never knew my 72-year-old mother was such a sports fan. Or a comedian.
While seated at the dinner table, she started doing the front crawl to demonstrate how Tao Li’s “fat little arms” were useless in competition.
My mother had never made me laugh so hard before in my life.
That’s the magic of the Olympics. It brings families closer together in the ridicule of defeated sports stars.
Aww, isn’t that sweet? A pair of sexist, fat-shaming bigots chortling together at someone else’s body.
It doesn’t matter that Tao Li has been talented and hard-working enough to make a showing in oh, only the most prestigious sporting event in existence. The important thing here is that body that got her to the Olympics - the fricking Olympics - isn’t visually pleasing to SM Ong’s tiny little mind.
But no really fat-shaming is all about the health no really it is.
Check out his “defence”:
I’m especially dismayed that my column is characterised as mocking foreign talent, which was not my intention.
My intention was just to make fun of the physical appearance of
OH WELL THAT’S OK THEN.
So in a way, I was actually making fun of my mother for saying that Tao Li looks fat and that’s why she can’t win.
Sure you were. Sure.

