So anyhow, later on I see this on Instapundit, which has nothing to do with fat women, and I followed Glen's follow-up link to this blog and I'm now looking at artwork by Frank Franzetta.
I actually own the book with this on the cover.
Just LOOK at the bulges. Look at the rolls! Isn't it glorious?
Oh, in real terms Franzetta women aren't fat *either*, not really, but they aren't even slightly thin. I mean... they have butts! Big butts! And breasts and belly bulges and *thighs*.
And they wear tiny little metal bikinis and prance about in naked primitive glory and aren't the least bit worried that someone is going to point at a cellulite dimple and shriek.
Sort of says something that male fantasies and female fantasies really aren't that different. ;-)