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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 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.

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