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Yesterday I read that, what with the problems airlines are facing with needing to weigh passengers and changing their view of what an "average" person weighs, they (you know, "they") decided they needed to up the American average size, period. I guess they haven't determined this figure since the 50's or something. So, now, the average size of Americans has grown to a whopping size 14 for women (used to be size 8), and I can't remember what for men (sorry, guys). Since I recently, finally, shrank my enormous bulk down to size 14 and was feeling pretty good about that, to discover I'm now "average" boggles my mind. Especially since I used to be of "average" height at 5'5", but now I'm on the tall end of short.

In a related topic, McDonald's is getting rid of the "Super Size" menu. This annoys me unutterably, along with Nabisco changing the basic recipe for Oreos. I blame my weight problems on no one but myself, and I think it's annoying and rude to force people who know how to control themselves and eat properly to lose things they might like, such as supersize fries and trans-fats in their Oreos. I am fat because I love food, period. I know better than to eat three meals a day at McDonald's or eat an entire bag of Oreos in one sitting, but sometimes my willpower is totally nonexistant. Unfortunately, such is the stupidity of Americans that it's simply easier to blame everyone ELSE for one's own problems, and force everyone to conform. So Big Brother will take care of us all, and make sure we don't play in traffic or eat too many French fries (I'm too old to start calling them "freedom" fries) or, God forbid, have free will to do any stupid thing we as adult Americans should have the right to do. I believe completely in the right of consenting adults to be able to do anything to themselves they wish to do, as long as they don't harm others. Wearing seat belts, for example. I myself CHOOSE to wear mine because of several things, and I wish others would do so, as well, for the same reasons, but I can't say they haven't been warned. On the other hand, they SHOULD buckle in the kids and pets, since they're too young or too animal to be able to make that choice themselves.

In a story which makes my teeth hurt, I discovered today that an art gallery in Scottsdale came under fire for displaying an artist's work outside, along with nine other statues by other artists. This has been done along the main drag in Scottsdale for many years. There's cowboys and Indians and horses and dogs and any number of other interesting sculptures, ranging from the superb to the "what the hell is that?" Anyway, this one particular sculpture happens to be Jesus on the cross. So now, the gallery is being fined by the city for "selling items outside." Not that every other place in Scottsdale doesn't do just that -- no other gallery or shop got this notice, only this one gallery. Now, frankly, I'm a Christian, so this sculpture doesn't bother me. But, really, neither would a statue of Buddah or Krishna or, as was on display last month, an Apache warrior praying to his gods. Unfortunately for the gallery, his shop area and the surroundings don't count as "private" land, and he can't sell his wares outdoors anymore... or if he does, he has to pay big for the privilege. (read http://www.azcentral.com/news/columns/articles/0303roberts03.html or http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/0303sr-christ03Z8.html for more info)

Outside of the news, I dislike change. It makes my stomach feel funny. I know it's inevitable, and all things change, but man, I can cling to something I like until the last dog is hung. I equate this stomachache with "the break-up feeling," because it's just like the emotional ripple that went through my stomach every time a guy I liked said, "We can be good friends." (This happened so often, it's no wonder I ended up with a woman.)

In happier news, I have finally realized my dream and been asked to be a Neilson family. Unfortunately, this is how Neilson keeps track of INTERNET use, rather than TV use. I'd love to be a TV Neilson family -- then maybe I could put a number or two in the column for shows like "Scrubs" and "Arrested Development," so they don't go the way of "Angel." (It is beyond my comprehension why FOX is going out of their way to promote a boring piece of junk show like "Oliver Beene" while something as sharp, smart, and downright hilarious as "Arrested Development" is in danger of cancellation.)


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Mar. 3rd, 2004 09:56 pm (UTC)
Yay for the average size being raised to 14! I don't think even my skeleton would be a size 8. If nothing else, my pelvis is too big.

So what is the average height now? Five foot six inches used to be the average for a woman, so I was the standard height. Sigh.

I think it's too bad that MacDonald's feels it's necessary to get rid of their supersize fries and so on, but lower portions sizes in restaurants generally would be a nice thing (if they lower the prices!). But I admit it's my own fault that I'm fat. You eat too much, exercise too little, and you get fat. I don't have a thyroid problem, I'm not big boned, I just need to eat less and exercise more. When I was at a so-called "model weight," I was a size 11/12, and I think that's as low as I can reasonably go.

When I first heard of the gallery brouhaha, I misunderstood it to be a simple matter of a man putting a for-sale statue on the sidewalk. If he's the only one being ticketed, then that's discrimination. Either they all get to do it, or no one does. Feh.

Mar. 4th, 2004 05:10 am (UTC)
Well, "average." I'm bad enough at math to know next to nothing about how that works out. I don't remember that the article had anything about height, I just remember from past discussions that 5'5" wasn't average anymore, or something like that. I think that was in Monday's paper, though, so I'd have to search the archives to find out.

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