Showing posts with label well-meaning food fusses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label well-meaning food fusses. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Ah, humanity



Even if I've never seen him in the buff, I do enjoy the Naked Chef. Imagine my surprise when I read that he was going to proselytize in Huntington, West Virginia. Yes, that's right, white colonialism is a hard habit to kick. He's going to rescue us from ourselves.

Doesn't he realize it's our God given democratic right to waddle to the grave?

Health food?! That's for rabbits and other strangers.

Doesn't he know what happens to people who challenge a society's basic belief system?

The series starts in March, and promises to be fraught. Tell me, who enjoys being told they're wrong, wrong, wrong? Oliver's not a scold, not at all. It's just that none of us enjoy being challenged on our most basic way of living. Not by an outsider, not by a local.