Why have I been writing about the personal, political and cultural aspects of body size & weight?  Why am I doing this de-construction of shame?

Why does a cartoon like this get published? Why does anyone see this as funny?
Why?

I admit that I often read a book (or scan, because I am considering reading it) and wonder how such uninspired writing manages to be published.  I wonder how some of the writing makes it past any editor’s eyes and into print.

For the most part, I don’t understand a fascination with sports or porn or the stock market or violent video games.  But I subscribe to the ‘live and let live’ and ‘it takes all kinds’ theories.  And I figure there are plenty of folks who – if they bothered to think about it – cannot fathom my interest in cooking media or sudoku or biographies or sea turtles.  So, we’re even and it’s okay.

But this crap?  Come on.  Who pays Wulff & Morgenthaler to produce such tasteless and offensive garbage?  I would prefer seeing the colorful doodles of a two-year-old!  A quick Google tells me that they are a pair of Danish men, ‘brilliant writer/artists.’  So, Americans are not the only bigoted idiots when it comes to fat jokes.  Do I feel better or worse?

I suppose I hoped to finish out the NABloPoMo with a superb, thoughtful, exquisite piece of writing.  Early on, I suppose that I imagined there would be a wrap-up after 30 days, a meaningful conclusion.  Well, life isn’t like that, is it?  No neat packaging, except of processed foods.

The month is over.  The work continues.