Showing posts with label condensation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label condensation. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 August 2013

I, Priestes (11)


I, PRIESTESS (11)


Well.

The politics of dieting are powerfully disarming but, honest to God, quite frankly I'm starving.

That said.

You won't find me grumbling; I'll not be complaining. An eating disorder's a form of campaigning; a means of insisting your voice will be heard (however self-harming, ill-judged or absurd).

Where once excess fat was a feminist issue it is now the concern of ecologists, too.

Afterall, how on earth can the planet be saved if we all stuff our faces with the food that we crave? If we use up resources on multiple courses of mass-produced produce (and over-rich sauces)? If we fly in our fruits from far-away lands, and feed our desires from kiosks and stands that only sell meat that's industrially-processed?

Anorexia's the answer.

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Tuesday, 13 August 2013

I, Priestess (10)


I, PRIESTESS (10)


The council dump was still playing on my mind so I made a list: things I should leave behind.

It seems to me - if you want to be free - the answer is glaring, you just stop consuming.

So, I'm currently considering anorexia (it's more effective, much cheaper, than bulimia).

Now, the regular thinking on dieting and shrinking is that girls just want to be thin.

Well, that's fine.

But, it's wrong.

There's something redeeming in giving up eating.

(I suggest you read Simone Weil.)