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?
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.