Jackie O is fat.
She is so freaking fat that once a week, every week, she stands on a scale in her radio studio and announces her number to the nation’s largest breakfast audience.
Invariably her co-host, Kyle Sandilands, then taunts her about her fatness. Her laziness. Her inability to lose the weight that she gained when she had her daughter Kitty, um, five years ago.
“You haven’t just fallen off the wagon,” he told Jackie yesterday in KISS FM’s “Fat Club” segment, when she admitted that she had gained a kilo, after losing three.
“You have been dragged across the desert by a rope. This is a bad situation.”
Let’s, for one moment, set aside the supreme irony of Mr Sandilands hassling anyone about what they eat and how much they weigh.
And then let’s set aside the illusion that we should take any lessons in life from commercial radio, even on the supremely slickly produced and often funny #kjshow.
And let’s just ponder the message that hundreds of thousands of Sydneysiders, plus a national drive time audience, are absorbing with their cornflakes and exhaust fumes.
The message that a woman who looks like this: