The following is an actual letter published in the travel section of Sunday's San Jose Mercury News:
I'm glad you're so concerned about the welfare of the fat slobs who fly. The other side of the story is the welfare of those who must sit next to them.
I've sat next to these people on cross-country flights. As they ooze out of their seats and into a quarter of the adjacent seat (yours), you really wonder why you paid full price for your seat. Anyone who needs a seat-belt extender should be required to purchase an extra seat.
As usual, the press is more concerned about the perpetrator than the victim.
Seat-belt extender. Victim. Haha.
I'm not a squeamish person, but to this day, I have difficulty watching the "paper cuts" segment of Jackass: The Movie.
The only other time that I've covered my eyes while watching a film was during the documentary Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist when Flanagan hammers a nail through his penis.
Bob later dies on camera and the film ends with a poignant montage of Super 8 footage of his childhood set to a poem written and read by him.