Was this woman on some morning show yesterday. I was sitting in a waiting room waiting to give someone a urine sample so that I could prove in advance of employment that I have not violated one of the many Politicians’ Full Employment Acts of the last half-century, and they introduced this lady who’s lost 100+ pounds so that they could all bow down before her awesome ability to starve herself.
So over an aural backdrop of brave tragic music, they had a recording of her stiltingly and scriptedly telling her tale of woe. Her mother? Fat! And an inadequate cook! And this daughter always swore that she’d never wind up like her mother, who partook of the bypass-gastric. So when the scales tripped a magic number she joined a gym
, and now has a marginally socially acceptable body AND got the joy of showing the nation exactly how much she hates her mother.
I did not ooh or aw or sigh at the appropriate points. *This* is the pinnacle of morality? *This* is what we are to idolize?
Not me. Not in this lifetime or the next or the one after that.