As much of us love to ogle food to the point of sharing it on Instagram (really? whatever floats your boat), this project seems a little... weird... to me. A photographer took pics of kids surrounded by the food that they eat and while it can be enlightening, I think it's also problematic.
The New Year is a common time for people to change the way they eat. Last year I went on a no-sugar way of life for most of the year and found it to be very helpful for many different things, and I plan to continue this lifestyle in 2019. My rules are pretty simple: I don't do more than 20 carbs a day and I limit "cheating" to a single meal, once or twice a month, usually on special occasions. I've also added a lot of daily habits, from turmeric in my chai tea to apple cider vinegar mixed with cream of tartar and sparkling water, that have helped me with my goals.
Remember when we used to make fun of that one person who always shared photos of their food on Facebook? Right. Today so many people fashion themselves food critics on Yelp or share their photos on Instagram that now a restaurant's popularity may hang in the balance of whether or not its food makes for a presentable Instagram photo. Foodies, is this what we've come to? Goodbye, Food Network: Hello, food networking.
Sure, you can learn to cook with celebrity chefs from the comfort of your home by watching Food Network and pausing it (a lot), or you can check out a cookbook to follow, but some people just learn better from a classroom-like environment. You may not want to leave the house at all, though, so where does that leave you? With Cozymeal, you have options.
There are plenty of homophobia, racism, sexism and other 'isms' to go around (I always wonder why homophobia isn’t called homism or something instead, since these people are obviously full of hate rather than fear, although I suppose that’s where the hate stems from…), but if you’re expressing any of these things you’re likely going to get called out on it by somebody. They are slowly, slowly dissipating in this country, which I’m grateful for yet very impatient with, since this is two thousand bloody twelve and progress seems to take centuries.
But if you express hate for people who are fat, by George, you’re in good company. It seems like being fat is the one thing that everyone can agree is BAD in America—not using (or letting teens use) cancer-causing tanning beds, not smoking, not drinking, but simply being fat—and it’s the one thing people are banding together to hate in droves. I can be a feminist, an LGBT marriage supporter, a progressive activist for the environment and health care—but people from all of these groups and more will wrinkle their noses at me and ask me if I’ve thought about getting my stomach stapled.
Believe me, I have. Every fat person has, so why ask? Do you think we really don’t know we’re fat?