The Dirty Book

Dear Darling Ones,

I first read Forever. . . by Judy Blume in 1983. I wish I could remember the provenance of the copy that was passed from girl to girl in the back of the school bus. In my memory it started with the Hanson twins who passed it on to Beth who passed it on to Jenni who finally gave it to me. I was last because I was only in fifth grade and they weren’t sure if I would understand such mature themes. I probably did not.

For those you not in the know, Forever. . . is a 1975 book about a high school senior who decides to go all the way with her boyfriend and nothing really catastrophic happens. She doesn’t die or get the clap or pregnant. Ms. Blume has said she wrote the book for her then teenage daughter who wanted to read a book where nice kids have nice sex and nobody dies.

Good for them.

This was the first dirty book I ever read in my life, though Flowers in the Attic was just around the corner. The first time I read it I remember being stunned to learn stuff came out of penises during the sexy times. In my memory this was brand-new, horrifying information for all the girls on the bus.

As I said, I don’t have too many memories of reading the book the first time around. In fact, the only thing I really remembered was Katherine talking about the first time she touched Michael’s penis and that her younger sister embroidered some mushrooms on her jeans. I’m kinda glad, because reading it this time around broke my goddamn heart.

While I applaud Blume on letting Katherine have orgasms (though I had to throw some side-eye that she comes solely from penetration by someone who is quite inexperienced — the first two times they try intercourse Michael comes before he gets it in and the second time right after he gets it in), boy does she do the fat girls dirty.

The book opens talking about smart, slutty Sybil who has sex with all the guys because she’s fat and it’s a problem and Sybil does it all the time because she’s smart and knows she’s unloveable due to being fat.

FFFFuuuucccckkkkk. Fuck that’s a lot.

Sybil is, to borrow the words from Juno, a cautionary whale. Not only is Sybil fat and slutty, but she ends up getting pregnant. Because of course. I mean what else would happen to the fat slut? She must pay for these transgression despite being a genius. The treatment of Sybil throughout the book isn’t simply problematic, it’s barbaric. Every time she’s mentioned so is her fatness. She’s lands a big role in the school play and all the characters say about her is that her costume is ill-fitting because she’s so fat.

In Forever. . . fat is a thing to be feared more than teen pregnancy and STIs combined. Throughout Katherine’s mom is told she better start taking care of herself lest her thighs get flabby. When they celebrate the mom’s 40th birthday near the end of the book she asks if her thighs are getting flabby and Katherine is all “I got some exercises for you.”

While I’m not surprised Judy Blume treats fat people with such contempt in the book, I am surprised I forgot about it. Just the thought of the book Blubber, also by Blume, still makes me queasy and my eyes prick with tears. I only read that book once in like third or fourth grade and that was enough.

One of the worst parts of having an excellent memory is I remember all the books, TV shows, and movies where the fat girl is done dirty and only gets love/acceptance/kindness once she loses weight. And I remember how shitty these portrayals have made me feel throughout my life. Still.

I have great affection for a lot of the character Judy Blume has created, but my feelings about her books are complicated. I’m almost fifty and this book, Sybil, has made me feel like hideous, unlovable garbage.

Forever, probably,

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  1. Amy Abts 16.Nov.21 at 8:23 pm

    The 80’s was a brutal time to grow up bigger than other girls because we were all “fat”. And teen mags fed us terrible stuff. No plus-sized. No voluptuous. Just fat.
    What’s weird is that I was aware of what popular media was telling me and I also knew it was wrong.
    This was one piece of dysfunction as a result of our generation.

    1. Jodi Chromey 17.Nov.21 at 10:48 am

      It was, and some ways the “we were all fat” made it kind of harder because some of us were actually fat (me) and some just thought they were fat. Ugh.

  2. zaramama 17.Nov.21 at 12:02 am

    Makes me glad I was too old to be interested in Judy Blume’s books. I remember some girls in my age group reading them, but I never understood the attraction.

    1. Jodi Chromey 17.Nov.21 at 10:49 am

      Some of her books are amazing and I love them. Peter Hatcher from Superfudge & Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing is a character I super related to when I was a kid. he was like the male Beezus Quimby.


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