As a Fellow Lady...

I came across this article about Food/Dieting/Women, and unlike most articles printed every hour on the hour, it had some spunk. It's about written by a curvier supermodel gone ridiculously thin (not by her choice but due to health reasons) gone back. I love the way she talks about food...

"Over the years I have been exposed to women with extraordinary bodies, some of whom are naturally blessed with them, and others who have to fight for every inch. Some are reed-thin and others creamily voluptuous. The happiest are the ones for whom eating is pleasure, rather than something to be held hostage by. These women are sexy. They share a total ease around food and the understanding that whatever their shape or size, they steer the ship in which they sail. Women have historically given such power to food, yet food is inanimate. There is nothing sensual about militant restriction. It is infertility, osteoporosis, and bleeding gums. It saps and withers. Balanced food is fuel, one that often inspires a sense of gratitude and wonder. It gives us energy to run around after our toddler, to swim across a lake, to dance all night should we want to. So much memory is wrapped up in food and taste, from the bittersweetness of chocolate recalling a breakup to the heart-plumping burned toast proffered by a child on Mother's Day. In our chronologies of memorable meals, the first thought that comes to mind isn't "And the calorie count was?" Instead we are left with the tangible reminder of lying on the beach on a summer's day, an ice-cream cone tempered with sea-salty fingers, a lover handing over an oyster when the restaurant has emptied unnoticed around you, the nourishing broth you are given when someone has died, each tiny sip a reminder that you have to carry on.
In working with food I have come to respect it, the intricacies and flavors that each add up to making it good, indifferent, or revolting."

Conde Nast may seem superficial at times, it may run ads with impossibly flawless images to sell things we don't always need, but it sure has some good writers:)

The Love Haze

People should be required to carry a side affects list when they leave the house. It would be just like prescription bottles with labels and warnings (stomach ache, nausea, etc) except these would say things like, if you fall for me I'll buy you lots of things, if you fall for me you'll have to put up with my crazy parents...if you fall for me you'll never be able to think clearly again.

It's ridiculous how easily all common sense and good-decision making skills go out the window the second you realize a certain someone has the ability to give you that uncanny smile you've been searching for ever since you lost it the first time.

I call it the Love Haze. It's like a fog--a ridiculously clouded mind, one where choosing what would make sense just seems crazy and where the ones who just aren't good for you seem just what you need...

This one goes out to all those fools who are really stuck in the FOG.