As a guy who’s considered big in Canada, it’s no wonder that many people in Thailand think that I’m freakishly huge. This really hit home for me a few years ago when I was hanging out with my buddy Conan, who happens to be 7 feet tall (214 cm), and I actually had to look up to talk to him. I suddenly realized that I’d never had to look up at anyone in all the years I’ve lived here; it was pretty strange. So, yes, I’m big. But where’s the line between small, normal and big drawn? And who draws it? Clearly, the person who made the below ad needs to hang around with Conan and I for an evening.

As I was walking by a drug store a while ago, I noticed this picture on the window selling some type of slimming cream or diet food or God knows what else. To be honest, I was too busy going, “You gotta be kidding me!” to notice what they were actually trying to sell.

If that girl's ass is XL, I'm in deep, deep trouble. Sir Mix-A-Lot would have had a heart attack, that poor big butt-loving bastard.

If that girl’s ass is XL, I’m in deep, deep trouble. Sir Mix-A-Lot would have had a heart attack, that poor big butt-loving bastard.

If that girl’s ass is XL, I’m in deep, deep trouble. Sir Mix-A-Lot would have had a heart attack, that poor big butt-loving bastard.

I usually reject and/or ignore the claims that certain images can have a negative influence on kids – considering the amount of gory movies I watched as a youngling and some of my early attempts at horror writing, I should be a serial killer. However, when I take a stroll through Paragon or Siam Square and see how many really, awfully, dangerously emaciated girls there are who think they look good… I have to wonder if the fuddy-duddy’s have a point.