If I haven't mentioned it before, I am a lusting fan of the fabulous Mark Morford, columnist for the San Francisco Gate. My friend DG introduced me to his column a few years ago and I have been a loyal reader ever since.
I like him the way others like Bill Maher -- his honesty is brutal, frank and often, absolutely on the mark.
His column this week is espeically poignant for me because I have had the EXACT same thoughts. He wrote a piece on fast food, specifically, who the hell is still eating that shit?
Since starting our mostly organic diet, we have eliminated fast food almost completely. We still have the sad McDonald's french fry run when we're traveling, but it's very rare. If we eat out, we choose restaurants or deli shops, such as Jason's Deli that have a variety of fresh foods.
Morford posed the same question we've asked as well: With the wealth of information available on health and nutrition, why would anyone eat fast food again?
After all, we've now had years -- decades, even -- of well-documented studies and health campaigns and even a handful of truth-in-advertising nutrition laws, endless media reports about the dangers of fat and chemicals and industrial feedlot beef, not to mention the launch of dozens of health magazines and the mixed-blessing triumph of the entire organic movement, right alongside pop culture hits like "Fast Food Nation" and "Super Size Me" and "The Omnivore's Dilemma" and "Diet for a New America" and all the rest.
Hence, you'd think -- or at least, I thought -- something might have shifted by now. Alas, you would be, like me, completely wrong.
In addition to his genius, I've heard from a reliable source that Mr. Morford is also into yoga, piercings, tattoos and tantric sex.
Ok, I added that part about tantric sex, but Oh Good God, we could be so happy together ...
5 comments:
mmmmmmmmmmm.....bacon.
Good God, asshole, where have you been?!
Wendy's......
Lucky Wendy!
Reminds me of a cartoon of a father and son in the car discussing how to get rid of ants in their kitchen. Father is explaining to son how the little cans of ant bait work -- it smells and tastes good so the ants load up on it and bring it back to their nest where the whole colony gobbles it up and dies because it's poison. "Man, those ants sure are stupid," says the son as he and dad pull up to the drive-thru window.
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