The other day part of the chapter was on obesity. My favorite. Ain't nothing like reading how America is doomed to die of fatness. And that we as a population keep getting fatter and fatter. I even learned that obese people are more likely to have obese pets. Now that is just sad. Want to know what's even more sad?
As if we need examples of what obese people look like. Really? That's just depressing. Where do they come up with these people? How does that exchange go down?
"Hey uh, we're writing a book about health and we need some pictures for our obesity section. Would you and your corpulent friend mind posing in front of this fast food joint so we can get a picture?"
"Hey, we're doing a section on childhood obesity and how it can lead to death. We'd like to get a picture of your baby elephant inhaling those Big Macs. Cool?"
How do these people feel that they, in all their glory, are emblazoned onto every one of these textbooks in the obesity section. Maybe they have no idea it went into the obesity section. Especially that chick inhaling every piece of junk food available. What's that story? Is it just one of the photographer's friends who happened to have just gone through a bad breakup, and was drowning her sorrows in ever piece of junk food within a 10 foot radius? Photo op! Bam. She's in the obesity section of every Health Psychology student's textbook.
Maybe they got paid a hefty amount of money. Or the photographer bought them a combo from that American Burger joint. Who knows? All I know is that I sort of feel bad whenever I see these pictures of horizontally gifted people plastered all over health books.
Want to know what else makes me feel bad? When the stupid $@#$&*#@% chart in the chapter tells me that I'm overweight. Thank you for that. Really.
Nothing like a little fat validation to turn me into an obnoxious calorie counter. I even went to Subway without getting cookies. That. doesn't. happen.
Really, I'm just trying to prevent the day that some ass hat corners me in a McDonald's wanting to take my picture.
Because if being a person of great mass doesn't kill me, that would.
Happy weekend, Internet.