I felt so badly for them
My gf and I just returned from a vacation. We stayed in a hotel on the 5th floor, and on our way down to the lobby, the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor. About 6 women were hesitant to pile on, but I said "Sure, there's room!" and backed up so they could enter. Now, these women were, not large, but let's say zaftig and tall as well.
Right as the last woman entered, a voice warning sounded "There is too much weight on this elevator. Please make adjustments" or something like that, and the women quickly exited, mouths agape, laughing nervously, but I knew they were mortified.
I felt so badly. I knew that had to be difficult to hear, and indeed, I'd never heard such a warning coming from a dang elevator, of all things.
In a world where women are endlessly subjected to grossly idealized, unrealistic body images and mixed messages, that just seemed cruel. Sigh.
Right as the last woman entered, a voice warning sounded "There is too much weight on this elevator. Please make adjustments" or something like that, and the women quickly exited, mouths agape, laughing nervously, but I knew they were mortified.
I felt so badly. I knew that had to be difficult to hear, and indeed, I'd never heard such a warning coming from a dang elevator, of all things.
In a world where women are endlessly subjected to grossly idealized, unrealistic body images and mixed messages, that just seemed cruel. Sigh.
