LATOYA SNELL: Either admit your lazy ass sucks and shut your damn mouth, or peddle your tiresome trash-talk elsewhere
And if possible, link arms with the rest of the insufferable, low-wattage buzzards pecking away at the remains of running, and waddle in flaccid, moaning unison toward nearest bottomless chasm
Yesterday, noted glutton, grifter, liar, and idol of self-loathing, syrup-slurping do-nothings Latoya Shauntay Snell blundered in her elephantine way into the comments below Tracksmith’s “We’re so sorry we upset a legion of emotionally challenged slowpokes” Instagram post, which offering I have addressed. She performed her usual bellowing and filibustering antics and discharged her usual flurry of red-herrings and accusations of -isms, on the whole establishing herself as an even worse person than before. I collected some comments from that thread and included them in text form so people unfamiliar with this goon can see her at her very best.
In the exchanges below, you’ll Snell belting out the one and only song in her cacophonous repertoire, dolorous and insincere and predictable right through the inevitable coda—another variant of “I’m so damn strong, Imma block your asses now and run the other way outta ‘dis bitch, so I can pretend I didn’t just get shellacked in ‘dis here conversation.”
For those who like plot synopses: First, Snell mixes it up with someone named Cody, who becomes amused by the naked insincerity and mindlessness of Snell’s jabbering and tells her so. Chastened by this callous disregard for her presumed authority but not admitting it, she then embarks on an even more hostile tirade, directing this one mostly at someone who was giving her earnest input but in the process was incidentally highlighting the differences between undisciplined, greedy tubs of goo and genuine athletes.
This input understandably upsets the pseudo-sessile, avaricious, and practically globular Snell, who has no intentions of ever behaving like a legitimate runner or even power-walker. And bear in mind that while Snell surely had a hard time remaining remotely thin back in her comparatively svelte days—and as you’ll see below, she had those days—she has since thrown in the towel altogether and has gone the other way; indeed, she appears to trying to turn her own ever-more-preposterous level of chubbiness into yet another morbid selling point.
The first comment is Snell’s reply to Tracksmith’s apology. I bolded the anti-white insults and other racist terms Snell dropped during this relatively short series of outbursts. I couldn’t care less about these in general, but Snell’s bigotry is relevant because Snell continually makes (false) accusations of racism, fatphobia, et cetera toward anyone who challenges her on anything, as you’ll see.
Iamlshauntay...OK, I guess. It's not just your company; it's the entire culture. You made a misstep, mistake, disappointment, and "offended" the community or whatever, but what's your long-term plan after Hurricane Singlet? The PR statement is on schedule because companies love waiting 24 to 72 hours to reflect. Maybe there's a few people y'all can pull together in the same marketing department that covers the demographic who you offended for your next quarter. Maybe the next campaign will feature a bunch of panelists to talk about Hurricane Singlet and how you can improve, but what does the long-term plan look like? And I don't apologize for my tone about this because this dance has been conducted by bigger and smaller companies alike. It's hard to be disappointed or "offended" by an industry that's gone out of its way to devastate and destroy your self esteem through the clothing, unattainable entries and pretentious conversations. I'm not really asking you about your recovery process. I'm questioning your long-term contribution to the culture. What does THAT look like? Otherwise, I'll wait for the next apology.
codyleventhal @iamlshauntay “hurricane singlet”, holy shit man. The drama of comparing an Instagram caption to a natural disaster that literally kills people and destroys lives😂 Do you actually like running or just validation from the Instagram echo chamber?
Iamlshauntay @codyleventhal Listen here, Cody. You can take your poor attempt of trying to play Word Oppression Olympic Trials with me and play with your: 1. Reflection; 2. Privilege; 3. Anyone but not me because I'm not your mama. I said what I said when I said it and if you THINK I give two bits of a damn about accumulating golf claps on the internet when some of these SAME PEOPLE in the comment section who happen to share outrage at this moment will not and have not turned their backs on me at one point, you definitely don't know me at all. Do you like wearing blinders, or are you one of the runners who love missing the point? Please don't act like you give two bits of a damn about the communities I run with. Have a 🪑 or feel a 🪑 🚽 because you MUST BE tired after trying to reach over here, Cody.
codyleventhal @iamlshauntay No one is misconstruing your words, you directly compared an Instagram caption about a singlet to a hurricane and are saying I’m oppressing you by pointing out the absurdity of that. For someone so concerned with the precision and meaning of words, you use them quite liberally. You’re clearly uninterested in or incapable of a rational conversation and will resort to saying anyone with a different opinion is oppressive and privileged. Oh the irony.
Iamlshauntay @codyleventhal Chad, please take your soap box to someone who gives a damn. If you think you are about to have a whole Ted Talk under this post because i chose my words the way I did, don't expect a PR response out of me. People like you have more outrage about the expression version of the ACTUAL HARM caused by a community. If you feel so inclined to defend the company or their singlet, that's on you, but what you will not do with me is try to make me feel bad about word choice. Cody, go take that law degree and Great Value 101 debate class tactic to someone who doesn't understand gaslighting. I've been in this running community for 10 years, and commentary like yours is not remarkable amongst the fragile list of people who tried before you and will claim I'm clout chasing. I don't know your pace, but I'm sure it's faster than mine. I don't know your struggles but I'm sure you're not being targeted while being a fat, slow AF, fat queer runner who don't give two bits of a damn about a singlet I cannot fit. Chad, the absurdity here is you are defending a brand over my choice of words, but don't give a damn about the community who share my outrage. I am that person who will NEVER BQ. I am that slow AF runner who moves slowly, but this company had no problem using it as a marketing angle to sell products. It was a statement dripping in elitism and added in sugar drops of desiring the good old days when misogyny, racism, ableism, and anti fatness were green lit. But baby Chad want to give ME, a person who is everything that they said I cannot be, a fucking discussion in the comment section and accuse me of doing it for clout? You ARE privileged as fuck and frankly, you came under my comment with the hopes that I'd play nice and polite like a lot of people do on social media. I already expressed my disinterest in engaging with you, but your education, arrogance, and privilege couldn't READ that you can entertain someone else, not me with your b/s. You want the last word. You tried it. You wanted to accidentally trip under my comment to get that off your chest to REALLY tell me off. Do you feel better, Chad? What else do you have to say before I block you?
codyleventhal @iamlshauntay well shanty, since we’re apparently being immature, emotional, and illogical, I guess all I have to say in response is hahaha 😝
Iamlshauntay @codyleventhal Ah, going according to the fragility playbook as expected. Emoji, check. Gaslighter's discussion of your emotional state when they came in with ridiculous statements, check. Can't spell your name correctly because it's a song out of the 1492 manual, check. You didn't come here for a conversation. You wanted an argument because you needed the last word. Enjoy your tank and tiki torch, Chad. I'm used to commentary like yours.
Iamlshauntay @iamlshauntay Say goodbye to Cody under my post. I don't argue with people who want to do Matrix moves to protect their privilege and White fragility.
westinkayali0119 @iamlshauntay I genuinely don't understand how a singlet meant for a group that ran a qualifying time can enrage this many people who are adults with other things to do.
Iamlshauntay You're trolling, right? 😂😂😂😂 Because ain't no way you're under the belief that this is about a dollar tree singlet. Please tell me you didn't write this under my comment on Samuel L. Jackson's internet... I cannot take y'all seriously.
bjogensteinomastoid @iamlshauntay running is not for everyone. @tracksmithrunning isn't for everyone either. There are other brands that might carry larger sizes for jogging.
swiftfinnbee @iamlshauntay the sport of running is elite, as in, there is a difference between fitness / wellness / casual runners and amateur/competitive/ serious runners. The former group is OK with participating in running as an activity and the latter group, we commit to running nearly every day, going to practice, do the requisite cross-training, consider our nutrition and sleep very carefully and sacrifice family-time when necessary, all while holding down full-time jobs or studying in school. It is silly to be outraged at something that isn't about you and never was. It is insulting to the spirit of sport of running to believe that you are entitled to the same exclusive benefits as people who worked hard to obtain. Running culture has celebrated people who run non-competitively for 20+ years. It's perplexing that so many of you are taking offence to swifter, more serious runners being given some exclusive rights. They earned it. Those if us who are training for it are next in line. What will you do when we are rightfully entitled to that singlet in subsequent years?
If you and others don't care about being fast, that's fine. But there was nothing the least bit elitist in their words. They're simply putting it out there what running as a sport has always been: For everyone and anyone who challenges themselves to be fast and excel in the sport. That may sound elitist to you, but there's no such thing as sport without a bit of elitism anyway. Everything else is a participatory activity.
Iamlshauntay I've watched some of y'all "fast" and "serious" runners show more disrespect to your sport than us slower runners any day. You wrote two paragraphs full of b/s, and I need you to know that all of this is laughable. To think that someone like me, who moves slower, has medical issues and doesn't look like your cis White lean starter pack athlete is more than elitist - it is deplorable. It is classic gatekeeping to a club that IS available to everyone. I don't care about this dingy ass singlet. If you want to pretend to miss the point like the other crabs who wrote before you, just say that. "Exclusive," "entitled," "rightfully entitled" and all these words you want to sling around in this classless, dated book report is another example of someone going out of their way to cape for a company than hold them accountable for their actions. Here's an Unpopular Opinion: BQ are getting participation medals, too. You are not better than us. Let me take some of your own words and feed it back to you: It is silly to be outraged at something that's not for you, either. It is insulting to the spirit of sorry if running to believe that you are entitled to GATEKEEPING a sport because primitive thought processes made you feel special. Fuck that singlet. Fuck your think piece. Please go buy the singlet. Wear it, sleep in it and take photos in it. Their apology is meaningless because there's still a video that screamed the range bullshit. You know, like I know none of us care about that marked up singlet. It's the caping for the good old days. It's the permission that Tracksmith gave to battery operating elitist commentary like yours. It's the pool water tainted with misogynist, racists and frankly, entitled ass people like you. So please, don't write to me again. These are discrimatory talking points dripping in ableist bullshit. I'll give you a few minutes to read because you know I'm blocking your ass, too. Have a good night.
Iamlshauntay And to all of the other rhythmless nation folks that want to go back and forth in the comment section with me will be blocked. I'm not up for a debate because there's nothing to debate. Have the musty day you deserve.
“Rhythmless nation,” eh? Snell and Alison Desir are used to getting away with the kind of insults Snell uses above toward Cody, as well as invoking “whiteness” to mean “that thing inside all white people that makes them inherently defective” without consequence (indeed, some masochistic libtards get off on admitting to being constitutionally infected by and suffused with “whiteness”).
This is an intentionally demonizing term deployed as a catch-all justification for cheating and other common forms of public rottenness perpetrated by retards of color, and no one gets to use it without consequence when I see them doing it. And I don’t think I’m the only one tired of this ebonotoxic blather from negropathic scam-artists and noise-machines. I mean, what if other people just started making up racialist terms and trying to pass them off as not only harmless but explanatory?
Snell and Desir also need to shut up about how bad black people looking for handouts (and in some cases, legitimate jobs) from corporate America have it these days.
Any yes, black America overall is a government-abandoned, impoverished, addicted, violent, suffering and cratering mess. But the media don’t report on that because it would reflect poorly on the Corpse-in-Chief, and besides, I would bet anything that Snell and Desir care less about poor black people than I do. These are bluntly unempathetic sleaze-merchants, ugly across the spectrum of character traits. The only ambition they possess is for stealing, ruining nice things, and screwing others over for resentful sport.
Snell, for reasons many were familiar with without the aid of the above exchanges, is as pure a piece of excrement in human form as you’ll ever see. But it took her some time to blossom fully into a growling turd-person chimera who feigns courage but will never confront critics who systemically challenge her and are immune to the threats posed by Snell, her followers, or any of the useless gear, shoe, or activity-tracking companies abetting Snell’s quest to smear everything in the world of running with her own rhinoceros-like fecal output and uncreative, blunt-force prevaricating.
In 2014, before becoming a public figure of sorts, Snell started doing marathons, and competed one of her early ones in close to six hours—a pace of around 14 minutes a mile. For some people, that’s arguably running, especially since no one plods for six straight hours without at least a little walking and a few bathroom-breaks and therefore is covering ground at a more running-like pace when actually motoring.
But over the next five years, Snell’s times became slower instead of faster for some mysterious reason.
It was in 2019, I believe, that Snell caught the attention of HOKA, yet another company whose CEO should fire every one of its marketing executives before losing himself deep in outer space. She had made up a story about being heckled by a white dude about her weight while plugging along late in the New York City Marathon and used this non-event to gain sympathy and social-media followers. This was right at a time when Wokism was creeping toward what would become an explosion of “antiracist” insanity in the already covid-scarred spring of 2020, so Snell—despite being slow, unruly, rough on the eyes, and prone to outbursts of questionable veracity—was in fact becoming a hot property among companies scrambling to add token minorities to their rosters of sponsored, appreciated, or otherwise acknowledged persons.
And if that heckling episode really had happened, well, two things about that. The first is boo-hoo, bitch; I’ve been shot with a paintball gun between the shoulder blades while running, and I’m a far narrower target.
The second is perhaps more relevant to Snell’s ongoing bitching about being targeted because she’s 300 pounds of agitated adipose: She calls herself The Running Fat Chef. She has a website with the same name. And while no one else can comment on her bloat without facing a blast of crude retribution, Snell calls herself fat all the time while stuffing her face in Instagram videos and claiming her size is the result of invented medical problems, or has nothing to do with how slow she is or how often she bails from lumbering through races she isn’t qualified to be in anyway. Or both.
Snell’s online rambling rarely deviates from what you see above. It is essentially the rhetorical version of what happens when a septic tank loaded with hundreds of gallons of puke, turds, and soggy toilet paper explodes under high pressure and the contents are set on fire while still airborne.
Lately, on her own Instagram account, Snell had resumed falsely claiming to have run 26 marathons. This is 12 or 13 more than the true total. You can check for yourself here—just enter her first and last name in the MarathonGuide.com results search, and try every year from 2023 on backward.
Snell has not officially finished a marathon since 2019, when she plodded through five of them at around 17 to 19 minutes per mile.
In other words, when Snell’s HOKA deal—whatever it consists of—started, her career as an already listless, face-stuffing marathon-completer ended. Snell has had plenty of time since races resumed in earnest in 2021 to get in shape and return to the six-hour range. But Snell is not only a coward, she is a quitter.
Snell lowers the bar more and more every time I look at her shambles of an Instagram page. For example, she’s is now boasting that a doctor who supposedly told her eight years ago that she’s be completely immobile by now was wrong. This doctor and his admonishment are almost surely nonexistent, but Snell isn’t even forty yet. If she makes it to my age and changes nothing, she’ll probably have already experienced the onset of blindness, diabetic ulcers, and kidney problems. Obese diabetics also suffer from very poor cardiovascular health. If she’s still a sponsored fake athlete in ten years, she’ll be “racing” in a motorized cart, and despite her professed antipathy for white rural folx, the cart will probably be supplied by Wal-Mart.
Snell also occasionally pretends to have quit drinking between posting photos of herself boozing it up. If you randomly imagine a way in which an “influencer” might set a bad behavioral example, Snell had probably already done whatever you’re thinking of at least twice.
Cackle and chortle. guzzle and chomp and slobber. That’s Latoya Snell. It would be interesting to crawl into the heads of people who know better yet have cheered this nightmarish fool on, like Kara Goucher. You have to wonder what the calculus is there.
But either way, the fact that running-industry companies even listen to Snell and the other harried losers and layabouts and snail-folk who rage at them to quit pointing out that some people are faster than others makes me grateful to have experienced my own competitive years before any of these hopeless Internet vipers came along.
A friend came up with an idea I plan to steal, because no way will he follow through with it. I'm going to make T-shirts that say BOSTON IS NOT FOR JOGGERS and use a graphic that closely resembles the Tracksmith logo, easy to do without committing trademark infringement since the logo is so basic.
I wonder how much cash it would take to convince the swindling-addicted, no-stable-values get Snell to wear one of these shirts the duration of one of her upcoming sludge-and-trudge-a-thons. It would have to be an XXXXXL, maybe a muumuu like the one Homer Simpson wore after eating himself up to 300 pounds in an effort to qualify as legally disabled.
Imagine Snell trundling her bulk along the streets of Chicago or New York in a BOSTON IS NOT FOR JOGGERS shirt/tunic. It would be covered in barbecue sauce, beer stains, and cake crumbs by the time she dropped out at 25K, five hours in at 19 to 20 ponderous minutes per mile.
What a jackass. And what a sad state of affairs we’ve reached when body-neurotic whiners and flagrant liars can not only force companies to retract harmless statements, but have the nerve to demean the apologies that accompany these retractions. MY FEELINGS MATTER MORE THAN YOURS AND YOUR FACTS AND I HAVE TO SPEND HOURS A DAY ON INSTAGRAM!!!
Society is desperately ill. And Snell appeals solely to “liberals” whose minds are badly damaged—and only to an especially degraded and lowbrow segment of this already struggling demographic.
All of these freaks are welcome to piss directly off and embrace their inescapable destinies as back-of-the-pack laggards unable to appreciate their own efforts because they’re constantly hunting for ways to feel even worse about those efforts than they already do and blaming anyone in their path for the chronic inflammation of their pulsating blow-holes. And because anyone who engages in cancel-culture, lying for profit, or race-baiting is beyond irredeemable as a human being, they should do so immediately and vanish from the scene forever.