eating as protest, part 2

this is a real diary entry i wrote in 2005. the memory of this experience is what prompted me to write my earlier entry.

i'm so glad that on international women's day i have a good friend like noelle, who will proudly sit next to me at lunch, unafraid to dig into a good meal...this afternoon, we had another "interesting" lunch with [name omitted to protect the guilty], who has sadly morphed into a future stepford wife. in addition to being buick-phobic, she is apparently carb and dairy phobic now as well. (sad, sad, sad.) [unnamed] and her co-worker/friend were amazed that noelle and i would go so far as to order burgers (as opposed to their pathetic "burger bowl" salads), fries, and milkshakes at all, let alone in the same meal. they even went so far as to comment, "wow, you guys are going crazy!" and "it's like a party!" um, no...it's not a party, sweetie- it's called EATING LUNCH.

i mean, for god's sake! they were actually on a "jamba juice for lunch" diet together a while back (probably while noelle and i were eating nothing but PAD THAI and thai iced beverages ;) ...AND [nameless]'s friend actually said she would never, ever order a milkshake because if she did, she'd have to kill herself afterwards! (this girl also thinks britney spears is fat.) [this was pre-pregnancy britney, wink.]

STOP THE MADNESS!!!!

nameless and her friend obviously aspired to mainstream american media's (+ society's) definition of the ideal + desirable woman, but for what?! self-deprivation and malnourishment aren't my cup of tea. ;) what's the point in being "ideal" if your stomach's growling all the time?