So why couldn’t we have a female character who was a creature of pure Id, whose unruly mounds of fat, like Homer’s, is always threatening to crush the furnature, leak over the sides of all restraints, and just generally refuse to fit in?
Well, I think there could be such a character. If she was well-written, I’d find her funny. But to have a woman be that character… well, it somehow wouldn’t be very status quo, would it? I think a lot of America might find a female version of Homer Simpson or Peter Griffen – that is, an unashamed fat woman whose fat gets everywhere and who unabashedly goes after every passing want – more than a bit threatening. Not exactly the comforting material that successful sit-coms are made of.