(News) Kelsey Hughes, 21, of Rangiora in New Zealand, says she was queuing to board her flight to Christchurch from Wellington when she was approached by the flight attendant after her ticket was scanned. “He stopped and came over to me, holding up the whole queue, and said: Excuse me, ma’am, do you have a medical certificate to fly?’. “I said: A medical certificate? No, why?’, and he said: You need a medical certificate to fly with your pregnancy.’” Shocked, Ms Hughes explained she wasn’t expecting. “He said: Oh. Really? Oops. Sorry!’, then just turned around and walked away. He just brushed it off as though it was a simple mistake that anyone could make.” Ms Hughes told the Dominion Post she was “absolutely humiliated at the gate in front of god knows how many people”. Jetstar policy requires passengers who are more than 28 weeks’ pregnant to carry a letter from a doctor or midwife declaring them fit to fly. A Jetstar spokesman apologised for any embarrassment caused to Ms Hughes. He said ground and cabin crew are expected to request a medical certificate “if they have reason to believe” a passenger was pregnant.

Fatties might be number one on my hit list right now. More so than feminists. That news reporter last week legitimately made me lose sleep and Kelsey Hughes is right on pace. You’re fat. Pregnant people are fat. It’s not out of line to ask if you may be pregnant. Like I’ve never once been mistaken for a pregnant person. Could be because I’m a man, could be because I don’t have a BMI that screams third trimester. Either, or really. All I know is that if I was ever mistaken for someone with another human being in their gut I wouldn’t be mad at them. I wouldn’t make a big stink and I certainly wouldn’t call the news. I’d calmly turn and leave the line, march my ass down to the nearest gym and I wouldn’t leave until I’d lost the baby weight. Seems simple but in this world apparently not. Apparently everyone is a beautiful creature and should be respected as such no matter how medically dangerous or grotesque it is. C’est la vie. I just hope that Kelsey Hughes understands the next time this flight attendant sees a big bitch in line and is scared to ask for her medical papers so she has a miscarriage at 30,000 feet, that blood is on her hands.

UPDATE – She’s Not That Fat So I Guess I Kind Of understand Why She Was Mad.   But it’s also why I respect the hell out of New Zealand.   They run a tight ship.  You start letting borderline fatties slide by and next thing you know it’s fat anarchy.  Calling anybody over a size 2 prego keeps everybody on their toes.