Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

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 03:56 pm (UTC)
If you ever decide that you want to learn to swim, I remember that the Oliver Bath House had Adult Learn To Swim classes. It was something like $30 individual/$50 family for the yearly pool passes -- not sure if the class cost anything on top of that, but I suspect it would be in the same price range if it does.

I know how to swim, ride a bike, and drive, but I learned all of those things later in life than the average bear (and all with no help -- and some hindrance -- from my parents, if memory serves). And from what I understand about high heels, it's all about practice. Buy an $8 pair at Payless and wear them around the house. If, you know, you have any inclination to do that sort of thing.

It's funny -- I can still remember the not being able to swim thing vividly. My first swimming memory is of being on vacation with my parents, and my Dad saying he was going to teach me to swim. I'm sure he was right there with his hands on or under me, but all I remember was the terror of feeling like I was alone and drowning. I was probably still a baby, or maybe a toddler. Then I remember summer camp, and that there were numbered groups around the pool. Group 1 was hold your breath for 10 seconds and open your eyes underwater. I could hold my breath but it took me for-fucking-ever to do the "how many fingers am I holding up?" thing. And you know what? I would NEVER ask anyone to do that. Chlorine in your eyes? Bah! Goggles, people!

I learned to ride a bike when I was around 12, and I got my drivers license when I was 23. My friend Brian learned how to drive maybe 5 years ago, when he was 35, give or take. And if you want to have LOTS of company in the "I'm over 30 and don't know how to drive" department, move to New York City!
Oct. 30th, 2011 04:06 pm (UTC)
Not being comfortable in water is what stopped me from learning how to scuba dive on our vacation in April. I do regret that. A lot of people told me it was nothing like swimming and that I should do it, but I didn't want to explain how I really didn't know how to swim at all and had extreme fears of deep water around a bunch of people who basically grew up with the ocean as their backyard.

I rode a bike all throughout my childhood and stopped during my teen years. You know how they say you never forget how to ride one? That isn't true! I picked a bike up at 19 when I lived in Highland Park with a boyfriend - we had plans to ride bikes around and do cute couple bike things - I couldn't stay on the damn thing. I was crashing and falling off constantly. It was very frustrating.
Oct. 30th, 2011 04:10 pm (UTC)
The heels thing: I wear chunky heels - you know, the ones that were popular in the 90's and came in awesome "Witch Boot" styles. I'm OK with those heels, but they're not really heels according to some. I've tried to learn how to walk in the "adult big girl heels", but it's so godawful and uncomfortable. I work on my feet all day, and I want to keep them comfortable. I'm tall anyway, I don't care about heels. But, I do feel...I don't know, "not feminine enough" if I go out to some social function and notice that every woman is wearing heels or "fuck me" pumps, and I have flats on. It's something I need to get over and accept about myself: I ain't no high heels girl.
Oct. 30th, 2011 04:16 pm (UTC)
I remember those "hippie witch" shoes with the utmost fondness.

For formal wear, I'm partial to the Earth Solar shoe. I actually really need a new pair -- I've worn mine to near-nubs. They may not be "adult big girl heels" but to me they're very European, and European trumps feminine anyday. In my book, at least.
Oct. 30th, 2011 05:17 pm (UTC)
I love the shoes you linked to. That's my kind of shoe!

I have a great pair of chunky heeled shoes with square toes. I've had them since 1998, and have taken care of them. I don't see shoes like that anymore. I call them my "Witch Shoes".

Back to cooking, even though I like to experiment and cook things when I'm in a good mood and I'm not exhausted from working all day, if I had it my way I would eat sandwiches all of the time.

Latest Month

March 2015


Page Summary

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel