Monthly Archives: September 2009

frankenfoods: messing up a good thing

I was wandering through the baking aisle today at the Stuff-Mart and looking at this wide array of oils that they’ve added to their usual stock (yeah variety!). As I was perusing the olive oils, I came across the following hybrid of canola oil and olive oil.

OlivExtraMy first thought was “Grrreeeeeeaaaaat. Way to mess up a good thing Pompeian.” From a primal perspective, seriously, what are they thinking?

In general, why does the food industry have this compulsive need to mess with good, natural, wholesome food. Do they honestly believe that they are really and truly enhancing their product? Or are they just throwing leftover crap in, spinning it as “good”, and seeing how many unwitting suckers will buy their message and their product in the name of doing something good for their health?

Products like this are fueled by money. Creating the above is essentially a watering down of the final product. They mix the expensive ingredient, in this case Olive Oil, with an aesthetically similar and less expensive ingredient, canola oil (hugely inferior to Olive Oil). Then they make it look like they’re doing you a favor and charge you more for the “value” that they have added to it.

This drives me MAD. Mad, mad, mad, mad, mad. MAD!!! Bang my head against the wall in frustration kind of mad. So I’m going to do posts on the different frankenfoods I see out there, include pictures, and rage at the arrogance of the companies churning out this swill and expecting us to thank them with our dollars.

And what can we do to discourage the messing around with our food? Don’t buy the food companies swill.

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grrr arrghh!!

My labor day weekend was 90% awesome and 10% painful. Part of the awesomeness… seeing WWE Raw wrestling live (I now HEART Randy Orton – though I’m a little hesitant to admit it yet – to John Cena, sorry, but I’m breaking up with you – ha, in the dreams of my delusional little mind). MutantEnemy

Also part of the awesome:

  • Shopping!!
  • Did I mention WWE Raw Wrestling?
  • Spending time with a guy I like (not Orton, a real live guy)
  • Getting stalked by guy’s ex-girlfriend all night after wrestling (creepy and exhilarating)
  • A bit of “under cover” action
  • Celebrating grandma’s 100th birthday
  • Hanging out with family
  • Coming home

The 10% painful part comes with me having another clumsy moment…apparently I have a quota to fill about every 6 months. I’m putting down a little patio area in my yard and so I picked up patio blocks from a home improvement store while I was out of town.

To move things along and get back to the fun shopping I helped load the blocks in my SUV. In the process I stepped on a broken chunk, turned my right ankle, fell on my left knee, and pitched forward holding one of the 42 lb patio blocks and slammed my knuckles into the asphalt. My knuckles look like I repeatedly punched a patio block, they’re bruised and scraped and hurt.

This also pricked my pride because of the family gathering on Saturday. My family picked on me and I couldn’t sock my dad or brother’s while they continually gave me grief over my clumsiness. Grrrr, arghhh!

And here I was with good intentions to start a serious exercise regimen this week to. I think swimming will have to be the answer to that. <sigh> I was really looking forward to kicking my ass.

On the other hand, seriously entertaining stories to tell. Hope I can heal quickly.


school yard bullying tactics gone global

Every day there’s more news about the size of the nation…the fatness of it. Media outlets spew their interpretations of “scientific” studies – often flawed studies with even more flawed interpretations. It’s maddening!

If the bad science and interpretation isn’t frustrating enough, the attitude with which this information is declared over the airwaves and in print is almost giddy with condescension.

Again, maddening!

There’s a conversation going on about fat people, right in front of fat people, but the fat people are not included in the conversation. If fat people dare to join the conversation, the “experts” are quick to talk over them and ignore what they are saying and pull out the standby stereotypes; fat people are lazy, fat people are stupid, fat people are unfit, fat people have no self-control, fat people are stuffing their feelings, etc. ad-nauseam. In a word, fat people are marginalized.

This superiority complex of the not-fat runs rampant. I’m sad to say I even see it on Primal/Paleo/Anti-Conventional Widsom sites. On the Marks Daily Apple Forum there was a post that served as more fodder for this disdain:

With time, we gain weight, because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that, when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy; we are enormously cultured, educated, and happy.

The above paragraph was quoted in the post on the MDA forum and the poster said that it was from a story written “to make people feel better about being large.” The original poster also went on to say “People go to great lengths to ‘justify’ their overweight. I guess you have to when you’re doing ‘everything right’ (low fat, low cal diet, chronic cardio) and nothing is changing.”

<sigh> I was really disappointed by this post. First of all, I’m not sure anyone would really take the quoted paragraph seriously. I think it was written tongue in cheek. Second, it’s rife with condescension and stereotypes. Third, why the fuck do I or any other overweight person have to justify the extra poundage we’re carrying around? It’s no one’s fucking business but our own.

Apparently the fat nazi’s are on the lose and demanding I cower and confess. As if I owe them an explanation, as if they’re entitled to know how I can possibly hold my head up and stare down their audacity.

And when I dare to do that, they start having a conversation in front of me, around me, about “how dare I…” and “don’t fat people know…” and “she’s just lying to herself…” and “studies show…” and “$147 billion in healthcare….”

It’s like elementary school tactics all over again. A couple kids start talking about another kid, usually an outcast of some sort, in quiet voices (or loud whispers)… loud enough for the outcast and anyone else within 10-15 feet can easily hear. Suddenly the outcast is the center of attention and incredibly uncomfortable…what to do? Walk away, shrug it off, run away in tears, or call out the kids talking about them.

99% of the time, the outcast is going to walk away, shamed into submission by the antagonists. And the antagonists rise up in their superiority, while anyone who heard the exchange, and saw the outcast shamed, now feels free to do the same thing to the same person regularly.

This tactic has gone global and the fat people are the outcasts on the playground, shamed by the media, the government, healthcare professionals, and science. The taunts of the bullies get a little louder, a little more vicious…and it spreads. More people join in, emboldened by the nerve of the “experts.”

What’s that quote…

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

Never has this been more true in the conventional diet wisdom arena. Stupid people are running amuck. Bad science is widespread. But apparently it’s still the fault of the fat people when they do everything that conventional wisdom demands of them and don’t see results. And now, apparently fat people are stupid for not finding primal/low-carb (or whatever), stupid for not questioning the status quo.

It seems these days that there is no refuge from the fat bashing…damned if you do, damned if you don’t. It’s around every corner. It’s exhausting to endure.

I don’t know what the solution is. I think it’s important for the overweight to stand up and call fowl. It’s important to arm ourselves with the knowledge and to understand the studies giving the other side ammo – we need to be able to engage. And we need to remind them of our humanity. Yes, we are living, breathing beings worthy of respect and compassion.

So anyway, I don’t know if this makes any sense. Maybe I’m rambling. I just feel like there’s this huge injustice out there concerning the overweight and it hurts me and I want to fight it. The overweight (myself included) need champions, people who are on our side.

And we need to be on our own side. We DO deserve respect and dignity.