No surprise that food and health is one of the topics that would send me ballisticimus. On the very first page alone of this chapter I have been informed that the food I make for "him" has no resemblance to what I should eat when he's not around and that single girls need "glossy hair, waxen skin, stalwart nails, shiny eyes, peachy cheeks, glassy tongue (sick tongues are furry), bouncy step, and racy blood." This from a woman who was mocked by Saturday Night Live as eating a lunch of a martini olive and a packet of Sweet 'n' Low and then proclaiming it "dehhhhcadent."
But the very next page reminds us that when you eat junk, you're wasting valuable room that should go to nutrition. Can't really argue with that. This chapter is going to be very hard for me. I have issues, but this stuff is warped.
And yet I find myself wanting to touch my tongue....
