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I can't cook.

I didn't make that post card, but I could have (well, I could have two years ago. I'm 40 now, going on 41). It appears on this week's PostSecret post, and I am horrified by how many people have already leapt up to say that looking down on people who can't cook is absolutely A-OK.

You know what? Fuck you, that's what.

As I said in the one non-judgmental thread, growing up, my Mom worked full time, and my Dad didn't cook. We had Stouffer's and Lean Cuisine for every meal. My Mom makes Lean Cuisine spaghetti for crying out loud. It wasn't until college that I even knew that not everyone lived like that. I thought making meals from scratch was something that only fake moms like Carol Brady and Shirley Partridge did. In college, I saw people making meals from ingredients and I was floored. I seriously didn't know that people really did that. Not on a daily basis, at any rate (my Mom could make a fancy recipe for a holiday dinner, but that was a Special Occasion).

So here I am, 20 years later. Yes, I can cook some things. I can do grilled cheese, and various egg things (scrambled, fried, et al). But if you gave me tomatoes and onions and a bunch of other similar ingredients, the only thing I could reliably create would be a sandwich of some sort. And I am beyond horrified that apparently that means I'm worthy of ridicule. I'm sure there are lots of people who don't know how to do certain things because they were never taught as children, whether cooking or sewing or whatever. But if there's one thing I've learned from everything I've read about being fat, it's that it's NEVER OK to judge somebody else for their food choices, and that you should NEVER allow anybody to do it to you.

So to everyone in that post who wants to judge others for eating processed foods: FUCK YOU.


Oct. 30th, 2011 02:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah, internet, sorry that my single mother was presumably too exhausted all the time to cook properly herself, let alone teach me. She was kind of busy working and stuff, and I ate out of boxes and cans until I was in my late teens.

I did eventually teach myself to cook, but some basic things that people with parents who taught them how to cook and bake take for granted are all things that I had to learn as an adult.

Oh, and I still don't cook very much now, even though I like to. I have an average of three hours a night between when I get home from work and when I have to go to bed in order to get enough sleep. So while I don't eat out of boxes and cans, a lot of what I eat is thrown together—salads, yogurts, stir-fries, and so on—because I need those three hours to wind down, do more work, and so on.

Edited at 2011-10-30 02:43 pm (UTC)

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