Born Round
Back in SP after a quick run down to Mummy P.'s. Standing in the line at Southwest today (A-50 and A-51), Plot and Duck saw a merely obese woman with an enormously obese man waiting in the B Line. The question is obvious: what do you do if the plane just came in from Las Vegas and is half full when you get on, so all the good seats are taken by you and your early-arriving ilk, and then Mr. and Mrs. Enormous head to your row to take the middle seat?
We're not talking overweight here, nobody cares about that, but these people were really really really large. So what then?
On a related note, Plotnik is reading Frank Bruni (ex-restaurant critic for NY Times)'s book about his ongoing battles with weight ( the book is called "Born Round: The Secret History of a Full-Time Eater"). Plotnik, as you know, LOVES to eat. He knows he has a secret 400 pounder lurking inside him, waiting to emerge after many extra helpings of all that stuff he knows he can't touch (don't get him started on donuts). But he has been able to keep the monster at bay, so far.
That used to be harder to do in Stiletto City, when Mummy P.'s refrigerator was laden with goodies. Sigh, those days are over.
Now there are no more trips planned for several weeks and many projects to complete. Good. Good.
posted by DAK @ 3:51 PM
2 Comments:
From Jerry in dry, warm, sunny, Seattle, where the Mariners beat the Angels 8-1 today---
After reading your posts about obese people on airplanes and Kent State, I felt compelled to comment on both--
The sad thing about obese people on airplanes is that everything about it is wrong- why doesn't the airline have a couple bigger seats on each plane? why is obesity a bigger problem in this country than it was 50 years ago? what about the person forced to sit in their seat next to an obese person?
NOBODY WINS!! The airlines can't fit enough people on each flight to make a profit, there's so much crap in the food supply, it has to be impacting the food and how it works in our bodies, and when you gotta' be on an airplane, you gotta' be on the airplane. Nobody wins, no body has better choices!
Thinking about Kent State and Vietnam, the split in our society over both clearly had a major impact on my life. I went to the Nixon Library to see the history that was in the building and the editorial aspects of the presentation- there where several interpretations of history that I certainly didn't remember. But that's not the real reason I went to the Richard M Nixon Library.
Sad to say, I went to make sure that Nixon was still dead, and still in the ground. That man had a traumatic impact on many people in this country, certainly to a young 14-16 year old boy, fearful of trying to learn how to become a man in a hot steamy putrid jungle in Vietnam. I looked forward to my 18th birthday as a death sentence.
Calling the Vietnam War an abortion is a very unkind thing to say because it gives a bad name to abortions.
Jeez, Jer, what is Uncle Morrie going to make of all of this? That worrying as a teenager about what was going to happen to us off in some steamy jungle -- yeah, Cuz, I was there with you.
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