Friday, June 4, 2010

Food For Thought...So To Speak

As I was browsing my file folder where I keep interesting tidbits that I have collected from the Internet or have received in emails, I found the following offering. I believe this was from an email. I have no idea if it is true or not, however, I do embrace the overall sentiment of the piece. Enjoy.
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Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"


A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern,

Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.) They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs! They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex? Just look at them ... where is IT? Therefore, they don't have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.

P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.

With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.

Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, "Good grief, look how smart I am!"

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For the record, upon reflecting on the size of my considerable...ahem ...derriere, I must be a freakin' genius!

7 comments:

Eliza said...

Going by the wonderful sentiments in that I guess I'm pretty damn smart too :-D

Thank You!

Anonymous said...

Brilliant!! I guess I'm also smarter than I thought I was. I was only bemoaning to Tess yesterday that all the clothes in the shops seem to be aimed at quite tall, 12 year old twiglets - which I most decidedly am not ;0)

Ruby said...

This is a fabulous thing to remember, BobbyG! Boy, do I look smart!

LadyJ said...

I loved it...thanks for sharing

sixtwosue said...

I'm of two minds about this. While I find the gym ad reprehensible (why is it always women who are targeted with body image guilt ads?), I also am a very outspoken advocate of fitness. I'm the one who runs my daily five miles while watching "L&O: CI." In addition to being lean, I'm just plain healthier than I used to be without feeling guilty at all about anything I eat ... the ice cream, the good dinner, the chocolate that this woman mentions.

I've seen an in-law die of Type II diabetes-related complications. Her inactivity led to her condition. I'm tellin' ya, Bobby Goren on the TV above the treadmill will motivate and get anyone sweating ... and that's a good thing!

jazzy said...

"Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis" Love it!

Anonymous said...

A large behind? Doesn't that just make you a smart ass? Sorry, couldn't resist. My chest and tum are pretty damn smart too.