Food, Glorious Food!!!

I know, I know, I didn’t write anything yesterday. I ended up getting home from work and was really hungry, so I spent a couple hours eating (honestly) and watching X-Files. I thought about writing something, but I was super tired and said “Screw it.”

So now it’s today, and I still have half an hour before I gotta go to work, but I’ve been up for a while so I really have nothing else to do.

I was randomly reading diaries again today. I know, it’s probably pretty stupid to spend free time bouncing from one unknown person’s diaries to another, but sometimes it helps kill time, and there are many worse things I could be doing to try and alleviate my boredom.

Here’s another thing I observed about many of the diaries I’ve read, on top of what I wrote about a few days ago; many, many of the girls on this thing are either obsessed with weight watching or they have eating disorders.

This is something that I find very stupid. Yes, I know that may seem easy for me to say since I am a twig and can eat like a sow and not gain any weight (plus as far as I know I don’t have a single fat person in my family all the way back to Noah’s fat wife), but there are a few things I’d like to say about this topic.

First, if people didn’t have scales to constantly be standing on, would anyone be able to tell just by looking at you if you DO gain 5-10 lbs? I highly doubt it. Those who are truly obese would never know because, well it just wouldn’t show. Those who are only truly fat in their mental image of themselves only see it because they want to. I honestly don’t think it’s possible to “see” physical changes that small (and yes, I do think 5-10, or even 25 lbs is small). Geez, just think of what would happen if suddenly the gravitational constant of the earth changed! All these people would get on their scales, think they gained a bunch of weight, and they’d be jumping off bridges and stuff.

PS-the moral there is to not be standing on a scale when a big meteor comes close to earth’s orbit.

Second, I think it’s retarded that American society (and others as well, but I can’t speak about other countries cause I don’t live there) has put so much value on beauty and good looks and stuff (meaning being thin and attractive). I mean, what good does it exactly do for a person to fit society’s status quo of being attractive? Just so they can be popular and well-liked by the opposite sex? Or so they can spend their entire day counting calories and then feel good about themselves for not eating much?

The one main cause of all of this eating disorder and obsession with weight (which is predominantly found in, but not restricted to, females) bullcrap is the advertising media. Now I could write for days and days about all the stuff I hate about the advertising media, but I am convinced that they are the cause.

It is the job of the advertising media to try and get inside the heads of consumers (which is all we all really are) and get them to go for a product. So they take people (the “ideal” ones) and parade them around until people believe that those “ideal” ones are the measuring stick of value. Hence, they can no longer be themselves because that would mean that they’d never measure up to the people in the ads.

But many of the people that I’ve come across in my day who have eating disorders or are overly concerned with loosing weight, when they really have no need to, also seem to be somewhat mentally masochistic. While I can place total responsibility of the initial cause on the ad media, most of those I come across willingly subject themselves to all that. They have stacks and stacks of Elle, and Vougue, and Teen laying around (or other things that reinforce the message that they need to be a certain way). They spend their time daydreaming about what it would be like to have no fat on them at all (which would mean having to wear a safety tether like an astronaut when they go out on windy days). They so brainwash themselves that they actually can notice by looking in a mirror if they gain two pounds.

I don’t exactly know why I’m writing about this since it’s really not my problem if other people want to starve themselves (although they swear it’s not something they WANT to do, but something they NEED to do). Maybe it’s cause I do know what it’s like to think that you have to be something you’re not (and possibly weren’t designed to ever be), and I have a little sympathy there. Or maybe I just got sick of reading entries of chicks who were devastated for a day because they lost their self-control and ate an Oreo and had to go puke. Or maybe, like the diary description says, this is just my diary so I can write what I want and not have to explain why I wrote it.

PS-The title of this entry is in a song from the musical Oliver.

“Nothing suffocates you more than the passage of everyday human events, and isolation is the oxygen mask, you make your children breathe it to survive…” Marilyn Manson